M arrived home around 5pm, so we treated ourselves to dinner at Cafe Condesa in the West Village. We had a glass of Bordeaux each and split two appetizers [cobb salad and pumpkin ravioli]. I had the chicken enchiladas and he had the sea bass, followed by affogato for dessert. Scrumptious.
All in all, the perfect weekend--the kind of weekend I always dreamt about when I thought about living in New York. I think I've probably had enough food between those two restaurants and the pizza/cupcake situation on Friday to last a lifetime--but hey, we did walk at least 4 miles today so maybe that cancels all those calories out?
Sad to be going back to work tomorrow, but the good news is... it's going to be in the high 50s this week! Could spring be near??