Why have one dinner when you can have two?

Then we walked around the downtown core a bit, peering into fancy restaurants and marvelling at convenience stores that sell beer and wine. We stumbled across a jazz place and wanted to go in, but it was only 8pm and the next seating was at 9:30 so we instead went into the Icon which had intrigued us (like moths to a flame) with it's lighting. Not even kidding. Everything was bathed in this cheery glow which was because they used red light bulbs everywhere. It so works.

Went in and had some crab cakes and I was contemplating a wine flight but they had this fantastic local Cabernet Sauvignon which I ended up having three glasses of cause it's a rare Saturday night that I can do that and not have to worry about the impending long slow run the next day (I lie: I run hungover all the time). And then? Okay, I don't want to say that this was the highlight of my trip, but it kind of was. We ordered the creme brulee. I almost died it was so good. Michael? Not a creme brulee fan. It was so good that I stopped eating it because I didn't want it to end. Yeah. Most food is mundane. I had a really great lobster bisque at The Cannery once. This ranks up there. It. Was. So. Good.

Then we went to a 24 hour convenience store because I wanted to experience the thrill of buying alcohol at 10pm from a non-governmental organization and I scored a Ravenswood Shiraz (which I am currently quaffing) and I also bought a bottle of the 7 Deadly Zins which I've been eyeing forever but always shy away from buying cause I'm a cheap fuck.

Then we caught the last half of some shit Die Hard movie, interspersed with Hugh Laurie on SNL which sucked, plus he's balding and I'm not sure that I would like him on my top five list anymore.