No one needed to get snooty. Snooty? Snotty! Snotty?

It was our wedding anniversary.  Spousal Unit decided that we needed to go somewhere "special" instead of the place we always go to, which has super long line-ups and doesn't take reservations because it is Trendy and so you should feel honoured that they make room for you.

Instead we went somewhere fancy.  It was a place downtown that boasts healthy, locally-sourced, blahblahblah, yaddayaddayadda food.  You know the type.

The thing about this place, though, was that we needed to dress up to go there.  Now you've never met us.   You don't even exist, so how could you have met us?  But if you did exist and if you had ever met us, you'd know that Spousal Unit and I don't really get gussied up.  We don't clean up well.

But we had to.  Because we had reservations and a sitter and whatnot.

So we put on our best outfits and showed up at the restaurant and felt like Ferris Bueller, Cameron and Sloan at Chez Quis. I kept calling Spousal Unit "Abe" and we made pancreas jokes. Of course, we didn't eat pancreas, but Spousal Unit did eat diseased duck liver (foie gras). I had the 5 course vegetarian tasting menu and Spousal Unit had the 5 course meatatarian tasting menu. This place was so good, it made tofu palatable.

It came out to a little over $200 with tax and tip, but we still were greeted with trash when we walked out.

Awwww....How nice!