The Boss and I managed to take second place in bar trivia that night. Also, a disaster of blocks thanks to Jenga.

The Boss and I managed to take second place in bar trivia that night. Also, a disaster of blocks thanks to Jenga.
Charcuterie & steak tartare in an old bank vault. Sophisticated.
Somehow I managed to carry the little voodoo doll all the way across the country before impaling him with a pretzel. He deserved it.
Love me a place that I’m actually given a turntable of choices of which beans I want.
You can’t be in the PNW and not have craft beer for dinner.
Sonoma in a nutshell.
Napa Valley with a side of salad for breakfast. The west coast knows.
Like Quincy Market with an open-air courtyard and a fuck ton of craft beer.
Churros yaaasss.
Foodies, go here.
Local vibe, would feel cozier if it weren’t located in a popular retail development.
You don’t run into a New Zealand gastropub every day, now do you?