Best. Dinner. Ever.

Last night we were in the mood for Italian, and ended up at a townhouse you would have walked right by if you didn't know better. We were escorted to the rooftop, lit by candles and sitting at a tiny garden table beneath the stars. Taking pictures would have been completely inappropriate, so I leave you with the image below for reference.

I'd like to think the old man and his Lady of The Night at the neighboring table appreciated our discretion...