take me out, take me around

Show me your city.

So much talk later, Laura and I finally found each other somewhere between an Urban and an Origins.  Driven by our need to charge our phones and hide from the cold wind, we made ourselves comfortable in Nespresso, where we ordered the iced (me) and hot (her) version of the May drink of the month.  I would never have conceived of coffee and grapefruit... but it was life-changingly magical.  I think it's really the absurd amount of honey that ties it all together.

Trotted off to the mall to feed Laura's froyo addiction (to any future suitors of hers - snacktime is promptly at 4pm).

A short game of hide and seek around Copley Place later, I found Kev/Eric despite Laura's insistence that we should've stayed in place so they could come to us.  We made the drawn-out decision to cross the street to The Salty Pig where I hoped to find something light because of previous decisions.
"I thought it would be too close."
That is never a problem, sir.

At these places with page-long menus printed artistically on a sheet of off-white cardstock... where everything is between $9 and $21, the indecision is almost agonizing.  Can I just get a bite of every dish?  Please and thank you.  This is when I ask for the waiter's recommendation even though I choose the exact opposite about 80% of the time.  Our peppy waiter very eagerly suggested just about everything on the menu...actually, he suggested everything on the menu.  Helpful.  I went with the Octopus starter after he said it had been a recent popular one (I told you, I fall for that kind of thing).

With the chorizo and the potatoes and the olives and the sprig of celery.  Ahh love, so much love.  I can safely say...best octopus dish I've had to date.  There was just something about having the entire meaty tentacle, as opposed to thin slices or the baby pieces.
At the end of the meal, they give you the check in a little black book filled with messages from previous customers, which I thought was super clever and creative:

But because I'm not clever or creative, I just wrote a note to Ann regarding what we'll call "the graduation trip" to California (while Eric penned in Kevin's cell# inside the cover).