And so we come at last to the end of the St Louis patches. This has been a drawn out Birthday Season in the truest sense of the word.
On Saturday the 13th, we shopped in an enclosed mall (masked of course, and glad to be out of the wet weather). Then we headed out to dinner at Charlie Gitto’s On The Hill. More on that later, but we had to get there first.
As we drove past winter-bare trees under grey skies, I kept an eye out for the St Louis Gateway Arch, which Heather and Logan had never seen.
“There it is,” I called out as the top half came into sight. “And there it goes,” I sighed mere moments later. Honestly, it wasn’t very impressive at 60+ mph and five miles away.
No matter … we were bound for The Hill, which is the St Louis version of Little Italy …
where we all shared toasted rav (a St Louis specialty, breaded and deep fried with marinara on the side), amazingly good calamari, and the best creme brûlée I’ve had for dessert in a long long time.
The entrées were likewise decadent …
especially the fettuccine Alfredo with shrimp that wasn’t on the menu, but was happily whipped up in the kitchen with an obscene amount of butter and cream …
In the end, there was enough leftover lobster ravioli, lobster spaghetti, eggplant Napoleon, and fettuccine to make a second complete dinner for five.
But before we ever got to dinner on Sunday, there was more shopping to be done …
I mean, where else would five women on a wild weekend getaway go? We circled the whole store, with many an individual side trip along the way. And not a single person got lost.
Imagine!
Process note: the dense stitching on the Target logo got way too dimensional, after which I smooshed it with the iron. I’m now even more in awe of this Instagram post from last month …
And I almost forgot: the second week in March is finally done …
Addendum: with thanks to Jude for the comment/suggestion …
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