Intermezzo.

What with money being so tight this past fall, C. and I postponed a couple of celebratory outings we'd planned. Last night we started to make up for that by going to the Mesquìte, a local restaurant specializing in that particularly delicious style of Texan barbecue from which it draws its name.

With a warm atmosphere, decent service, intimate seating and an absolutely delicious menu, this place had become a local favourite of ours last year. The slow-cooked pulled pork is fantastic and C. swears she'd walk a hundred miles for their mesquìte baked black beans. Throw in a few rounds of piña coladas, top it off with a plate of Mississippi mud brownies and you've got the makings of a great meal.

Getting to enjoy the whole spread in the company of my favourite person -- toasting her bloody conquest of the second of three comprehensive exams -- just made it a perfect evening.