Last night my black and denim clad Russian took me to my favorite quirky hideaway where Mozart haunts the premises and candles glow and sparkle through the old coaching inn.
The woodstove burns as you enter, and cats stalk the dining room while the pony-tailed server presents plate after plate of home-grown luxury. Rumor has it the chef cooks up the cat meat and serves it to you as veal cutlets when the kitties get old; a rumor that gives my ex-farmer boy the creeps, but which excites me with the sheer daring of it!
To close the meal, espresso for the drive home. My lover's hulking fingers could barely grasp the tiny gilt cup as he shot a pathetic look my way "This is man abuse!"
Such a sweet and indulgent husband he is, too!
14 comments:
Wonderful!!
I like the last shot!
So true, impossible to hold!
Oh, the things they do for us! Looks like you had a memorable Valentine's Day. :)
romantic!
the cup was like for a Barbie doll)
How romantic! I love what our men do for us :)
Beautiful - I can just see the expression of consternation as he tries to pick up the oh-so-delicate cup! And the sparkle and twinkle that flies across the table...
Oh too cute!!! Love it! What a guy! Eating cat parts just for you...
Now that's true love.....Glad he made your day special.
What a sweet husband you have! Isn't it amazing what our men endure for the sake of love? Carla
Aww, how sweet! Sounds like you had a wonderful night. And from the little pictures it looks like a beautiful, yet rustic, place to eat.
Isn't love grand!
I'm still laughing .."man abuse!" What a charming place with loads of character!
I wanted to let you know I finally had a chance to read your previous posts this morning. Made me even more excited to visit the area! I wish I had found your blog sooner & glad I get to read along now :)
That cup and those hands -- no words are necessary.
Oh no no no, one must have their Man Mug! What a good sport you have there. Sounds like a wonderful evening.
Une affaire de femme quoi !
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