Brasserie Felix on the North Side is the place to go!
Default ponytail/braids are gone...and in it's place...a hairdo I have to "do".
Whatev! It's spring!
If I could bathe in truffle oil...I'd do it.
It's oil sent from heaven above.
The steak was perfectly cooked - and I picked the bernaise sauce for the top!
Westword gave them Best of Denver - Best Steak Frites this year...
That should be all the convincing you need!
After we put away a WHOLE bottle Malbec...
We did a little creme brule.
Oh, and we had champagne too! Seemed a little extravagant, but WHY NOT?!
Also...our waiter Laurent was handsome, had an amazing accent coupled with a gravelly delivery, and a great knowledge of wines and champagne.
GO!
We had tickets to see the Black Kids.
And necessary too! I was stuffed.
The Black Kids, for me, take all the best parts of all of my favorite things about pop music and put them together.
Even better, they have these two amazing girls in the band that sing back up and just kill it!
Harmony, sass, and a clear love for what they were doing made the show even better!
We wanted to stay longer and listen to Mates of State.
But I couldn't take it anymore...I was full of red wine, and as per my uzjhe, I was using my sassy mouth louder than I should have been!
I hate my neighbor, by the way...
I find myself wishing that really bad things would happen to him.
Like, he loses control of his recumbent bike and falls into a hole filled with poisonous snakes.
That's just one wish...
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