T'was a beautiful spring day here in Vancouver and Kat and I were able to eat at one of our very favorite places to eat in the city - our balcony. With a view of the North Shore Mountains, bird song in our ears, and only steps from our kitchen, it really can't be beat.
Plus Kat makes better food than any restaurant in the city.
So today's prompt: dining alfresco.
The waiter's face has been made dark by the sun,
He tells us with a smile dinner's nearly done;
We laugh easily and say there is no rush,
Return to our study of the evening hush.
The pigeons gather in the pink cobble square,
Giving the solemn bronzed soldier white nightmares;
We sip cloudless wine and watch the promenade,
Of charming men with their girls proudly displayed.
We smell the food long before we can see it,
But first our tea candles are gracefully lit;
With anticipation at its very peak,
Steaming platters arrive and we cease to speak.
Each bite is savored like a fresh ocean breeze,
Fingers come together for a stolen squeeze;
Too soon the food is gone and eyes fill with hurt,
But the night is young and there is still dessert!