“Want to go to dinner?”
“Boy's out of town. Sure, why not?” the Bard agreed. After the whole polar vortex thing I wanted to go out just to get out, even though I knew the chances were good that I would spend the remainder of the weekend at the house.
“No idea yet, but I’ll work it out between now and then.” Sometimes, even I liked not having a clear plan.
In the end I decided on the Purple Pig, because I kept hearing about it and it seemed like it would be fun. With the right timing I could eat, take a few pictures of the frozen city and get my train home.
“The Purple Pig, do they have ANYTHING you can eat?”
“Yeah, they have a Mediterranean menu. I mean, yeah, they have a lot of pork, but they have cheese and wine, and I saw some appetizers I can eat. It will be cool.”
The food made it worth it.