Anniversary dinner

Our fifteen year anniversary was this year. I can't believe it. It seems sometimes like I've never been without Mike.... But then sometimes I feel like I don't know him at all. Strange. Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels like this.

For our anniversary this year, Mike surprised me by not telling me where we were going to dinner. And then scared me by saying he did not know where he was going... But then he drive right to it. We went to a quaint, posh, uppity Restaraunt named Franc's. (you have to say it with a Martin-Short-Father-of-the-Bride accent) (and can a place be quaint and posh, or quaint and uppity? You decide)

The food was fabulous. Mike had the meatloaf which came highly recommended... And was very good. And I had... Something pork medallions? Maybe. It was good, too. The highlight of our night, though (or maybe I should just say our dinner, and not the night!) was the soup Mike got. It was picture worthy:

See? We were told that they had been open for 3? Years and the chef had never repeated the same soup. Ours that day was a green apple and popcorn soup. It was surprisingly good. Not that we'll ever have it again...