a tavola

a tavola

we went there

for a date

that was mostly a thank you

because i threw up all saturday night

and aaron made sure i didn't drown or wash in my own bile.

"it's proof i love you," he says.

"i could have just let you lie there and die."

so apparently not letting me die = incomparable love

now you know.

ANyway, i was beyond grateful.

and beyond grateful means something nice.

i took him out.

and for MONTHS aaron has been trying to go to a tavola

which for some reason or another,

has never worked out.

well, it was a wednesday.

tonight was the night.

and we never go out, never.

so i showered

and curled my hair

and put on what little bit of my Good Make-Up I actually have left (that shiz is expensive!)

and wore heels

and met aaron for dinner.

here's what i have to say about a tavola, and i wish it wasn't so persnickety:

the tables are too big.

seriously.

i sat a grand canyon across from my boyfriend.

that's not fun!

look, a lady that's pretty and out on a date and wanting a little TLC

wants to be able to sidle up next to a date, right?

she wants yon date to look in her eyes and tell her she's gorgeous and for their feet to touch comfortably while they bask in the glory of oven baked pizza.

which, by the way, is AMAZINGLY GOOD.

yeah, their pizza is pretty darn tasty.

we had the artichoke, bacon on half (aaron's half,)

and a follow-up of salted caramel ice cream.

hello! that's the way to do it right! 

and it was ttttttaaaasssstttttty

and fresh

and a little bit grilled in the good way

that makes you think of your mom making pancakes in a cast-iron skillet

very yum.

so that was all good.

and the decor is cool.

sleek, sophisticated, modern.

our table was beautiful, i kept wanting to touch it and love it and feel how smooth it was

but aaron was soo far away from me

that the very long table just didn't contribute to a cozy time.

i would have had to work very hard to lean across the table to connect with him

and jesus christ i'd look like an idiot doing that.

easily, i could have moved my chair to the side, caddy-cornering with aaron

but sheesh, i was all self-conscious and didn't.

i should have.

maybe i will next time.

all in all, a tavola is tasty tasty, but not my favorite restaurant of all time in cincinnati.

i'm really in love with taste of belgium

but i've only been for lunch

and you all know i love lunch more than i love my birthday

weeeeeellll, maybe not that much.

but a lot.

A LOT.