The last supper

That's what I've dubbed the dinner we went out for on Saturday. We hadn't been out for a nice dinner in a while, so I decided that we needed to make sure we went out at least one more time before the baby arrives. When I made the reservation, the date that worked with our schedules just so happened to be exactly 2 months until Stumpy's due date. We tried a new place that is more local to us, but is a sister restaurant to one of our favorite Boston restaurants. Everything was delicious and our server was a character. When we tried to decline desert he joked that we would be charged anyway so we may as well get some desert. So, we obliged and shared some caramel gelato. The baby and kept me from what I really wanted though, which was Tiramisu. Maybe I should have just pretended that I didn't know it usually was made with some rum, but I couldn't do it. This little booger better be worth it.