Pasta and porn...

A few weeks ago, en route to Chris' show at Smith's Old Bar, we drove down a street in ATL called Cheshire Bridge Road. It was straight out of the Sopranos, all strip clubs and old school Italian restaurants.

So last night, we went back to check it out. We dined at Alfredos.

It was everything I hoped.

When you get to your table at Alfredo's, there's giardinaire and garlic bread waiting for you. Lots of old Italian men rush to your every whim. The wonderful menu is laminated, and the place is full of pictures of family and friends. Sinatra on the juke, no joke!

We ordered caprese to start, and I had the chicken florentine while Chris ate spaghetti and meatballs. It was all incredible.

We finished off a carafe of the house chianti, and then had espresso and tiramisu.

I was so happy... and it was surprisingly cheap.

And the reason it made me so happy?

Because this is why we moved, so that the two of us could have adventures together, do things we couldn't do in Iowa City, discover "our" things. So that we could get lost and end up in unfamiliar surroundings. So that we could learn stuff.

Today, we take a van tour of the "Battle of Atlanta" in our own East Atlanta Village.

Yip!