We took the kids to the park late yesterday afternoon and stayed until everyone's fingers had turned to ice. On the way home, I almost said, "Let's go out for dinner," but refrained. We had food in the fridge and time to cook it, and the prudent thing to do was eat in. When we got home, the power on our block was out. It took one second for me to say, "We're going out for dinner!" Thank you, universe.
We had such a sweet night--at Flying Squirrel, playing tic-tac-toe with the kids, driving home to find the power still out. Yancey made a fire, the kids pranced around with their flashlights, and it was great fun (the power was back on this morning, so my story would be much different otherwise). Our foursome in front of the fireplace , limbs all tangled up, was almost unbearably comforting. Lately, I've been so aware that these are the golden years--our kids want to be with us, they're curious and loving, and these years will be over so soon.
And about Flying Squirrel. We are into pizza. Though we will eat anything, we have opinions. Yancey especially, since he's the pizza chef around here. We are totally crazy about Flying Squirrel. It meets our stringent criteria:
- Nearby (Seward Park)
- Cozy atmosphere
- Friendly waitstaff
- Kids welcome, but not crazily catered to
- Good selection of rotating taps
- Perfect pizza crust--blistered, thin, but not TOO thin. Bends a bit at the tip, but sturdily holds its toppings
- Delicious toppings--Salumi cured meats, local produce, homemade sausage
There have got to be other pizza opinions out there. What's your criteria? Where do you go?