Chris picked Happy Sumo, 'cause he loves it and I've never been and it's a place that we wouldn't take Greta--although, surprisingly there were a few little ones there. At first we were told it would be a 90 minute wait for our table, and then Chris surveyed the seating, put on a little charm, and pointed out two open seats at the sushi bar. We were seated within two minutes of arriving. (That's hot, Chris.)
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We had edamame, and tempura veggies, and then the chef handed over our sushi. Chris got the Cosmopolitan and I got the Rockstar. Best. Sushi. Ever! It was a wonderful night, with no baby chat or baby food. Just my man and some stellar food. It's what dreams are made of people. Seriously.