Last night, Juliette and I dropped Jason off with some friends and then headed downtown to have dinner at Searsucker. The Gaslamp Quarter scene isn't typically our speed--we usually prefer something a bit more low-key--but we'd heard good things about this place from a few different sources, and the prospect of an interesting new restaurant always piques our interest. I was a little apprehensive when we first arrived, as the vibe at the restaurant was pretty in-line with what I don't love about the Gaslamp--it was crowded and loud, and walking in I felt pretty uncool. We also had to wait a bit because we showed up early for our reservation, and I wasn't thrilled about the drink prices (though, I can't say I was surprised, either). But when we did sit down and our food arrived, wow, it more than made up for everything else.
It wasn't just that the food was well-prepared, though it certainly was. But the concepts in the dishes were so interesting, competing flavors that all came together really nicely. Juliette had a duck dish that was finished with fennel and sour cherries, and the richness and salt of the duck balanced perfectly with the tartness of the cherries and the freshness of the fennel. I had a braised pork dish that was topped with a peach and bacon salad--I wouldn't have expected the delicate sweetness of the peaches to work well with the strong flavors of the bacon and pork shoulder, but, man... It was really something.
But, as much as I love a good meal, what's really making me happy this week is the reason for our night out: our anniversary. As of this week, Juliette and I have been married for eight years. In some ways it's hard to believe that it's been that long, because our wedding feels like just the other day. On the other hand, it's hard to remember a time when we weren't together. I've been a lucky, lucky man for the past eight years, and the fact that I get to keep spending time with such a wonderful person is what's making me happy.