Decade Anniversary Date: Round Two
Ever since our ill-fated evening at the R-Bar, we had been toying with the idea of giving it another go. When I won tickets to a sold out Alejandro Escovedo concert at the Record Bar (no relation to the similarly named R-Bar), it seemed like the perfect opportunity to tackle a kid-free outing again. This time around, we made some minor modifications to the “footloose and fancy free” formula.
First, we took a risk and took the baby to dinner with us. We were betting that having her right there in our laps would be better than having an ominous phone call cut our meal short.
Second, we went back home and tucked both kids into bed before heading out to the 10pm show. We relaxed and enjoyed the concert, knowing that everything was under control on the home front. Alejandro gave a terrific high-energy performance. And the aging hipster crowd turned out in force; the Record Bar was packed!
Third, we saved ourselves and our pocketbook some stress by settling on a “stay-cation.” Instead of booking at a boutique hotel for the night, we asked my parents to stay overnight in our guestroom. With grandparents “in the house,” we didn’t have to worry about returning at a decent hour to relieve a babysitter, and I was able to take care of the baby’s frequent nighttime feedings myself (avoiding formula misfortunes When the kids woke up at 6:30am, Grandma Joy staggered out of bed with them while Mark and I reveled in a long forgotten luxury called Sleeping In. All in all it was a very enjoyable (but admittedly a bit unorthodox) anniversary celebration.
Our Round Two restaurant of choice was The Farmhouse. It was a lovely evening, and since we had the baby in tow, we requested a seat on the patio.
The Rivermarket location ensured a parade of interesting characters on the sidewalk nearby (I think we saw 3 different neon hair colors pass by, all reminiscent of our bygone raver days .
Mark ordered the evocatively named “Moose Drool” beer (my teetotaling mother says that she thinks all beer tastes like moose drool, haha), which paired nicely with his burger and house-cut fries. They make their own delish sweet ketchup and spicy mustard at the Farmhouse – both highly recommended. I had the Farmers Salad with warm polenta croutons, which literally melted in my mouth. When Mark tasted those croutons, he wanted to trade!
We shared an artfully arranged cheese plate, with two offerings from Green Dirt Farms in nearby Weston, MO.
All of the cheeses were amazing.
The rinds were all edible, which was a surprise. Mark half-jokingly said that we should order a second plate.
For dessert we had a scrumptious slice of the peach and strawberry pie flanked by a scoop of blueberry ice-cream. It was tangy, refreshing, and gone in 60 seconds! Do as their website commands: Eat At The Farmhouse.