a real date

So remember when I said Kent and I don't get to go on real dates, just the two of us?
Well on Saturday, we bribed my brother by offering to pay him to do his homework if he'd sit here while the kids slept,
and we went on a date.

Kent told me not to smile while he took the picture. I couldn't do it.

 We had planned to go to a Brazilian Steakhouse down by where Kent works,
but apparently so had everyone else in Provo (an hour wait),
so we decided to be adventurous and try Pizzeria 712.

It was very, very good, even though we didn't recognize a good portion of the pizza toppings listed on the menu.
We ended up with an incredible braised shortrib with polenta and a sausage, tomato, mozzarella pizza.  And Kent was brave and ordered the Rose Lemonade even though a review online said it tasted like bubblebath. 
It didn't.

 After dinner we drove a few doors down (it was VERY cold and windy Saturday night)
to The Chocolate. 
It's an old old house, turned into a dessert cafe.  The front room you enter into is where you order your dessert,
and the rest of the house is beautiful rooms in vibrant colors full of mismatched tables, chairs, sofas, and benches. 
It was awesome. 

 I ordered a salted caramel brownie.  (The first time I've had salted caramel, actually. And oh boy is it incredible!)  Kent got a "cazookie"--cookie dough slightly baked and topped with ice cream.  And a frosted glass of milk.
His dessert won.  We both ate his cazookie and we brought the brownie home for later.

When we got home, Ellie was snuggled up asleep on the couch and Nicholas was still sound asleep in his bed.  Thanks again, Josh!