cue

last night the bf and i celebrated at cue.

the new guthrie is amazing. the patented blue-black of the building was dramatic against an ominous backdrop.

cue is sexy. black mosiacs. blue walls. silver tables. it is as celebrity as a restaurant in the midwest can be.

the menu: an ode to minnesota, with local game mixed with bewildering titles of cuisine.

starters: green gazpacho and spinach salad with duck egg.

i had the beef tenderloin. the bf had salmon. we swapped plates halfway through.

both entrees were good-tasting and fulfilling.

dessert was pistachio frangipane with peach sorbet for me, milk chocolate cream with hazlenut and black pepper caramel for him. fantastic.

the bf had a rough tuesday. his great uncle passed away. he is still waiting for a contract from work. he has a summer cold.

we have a great connection. but last night we were one of those couples that i fear becoming. the couple that goes to dinner and finds everything else more interesting. the bf tells me that there will be days when we don't say much to each other, that not every minute has to be filled with words. but it was more than that. i don't need to be talking constantly when i feel that he is with me. and last night we were together, but not with each other.

so we went to his place. and cuddled. not talking. the connection came back, and i'm glad.