I almost didn't name this one

Ah, the life of the low-income girl. It's great. It really is. My boyfriend Larry is also in that category, which is great too. When we do "fancy" dates, we end up feeling really spoiled and then it just adds that much more of a romantic layer to our already cute relationship.

The last "fancy" date we went on was pretty impromptu. Sure, we dressed up all fancy, and stuff, but we really didn't have a plan. All I knew was that I really wanted a steak.

SO! Off to the local HUGE shopping mall, town center, thing, whatever it is that is down the street from my apartment we go, all dressed up like an adorable couple. I donned my favorite wig and a cute dress so that I would look more like a girl and less like a cross dresser with amazing padding. He wore an outfit appropriate  to going out to a ritzy place. We were styling.

Easton, for those of you who've never been there, is a ritzy looking shopping center mall thing with a nice theater. It's got all the stores you'd find in a normal mall, plus a few other things, like a free standing Victoria Secrets. It's also got some really yummy restaurants, as well as a food court for those of us who aren't so financially gifted. It's really nice.
We're walking through, checking out all of our choices, and none of them were really looking that great. Some were too fancy, some weren't fancy enough. Others were like "WTF?", we really couldn't decide. THEN just as we were settling for the local Piada, we walked by this restaurant called "The Melting Pot". Oh my gosh, did it smell good. The air around it was heavy with the smell of red wine and onion and garlic.
I turned to Larry and asked if he's ever had fondue before. When he said he hadn't, I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.

This place is in a basement, so I had to fall down a couple of flights since I fail when it comes to wearing heels. We get up to the front desk, and the host informs us that there is an hour wait. Larry said he was okay with it, so we reserved our table and went back upstairs to find something else to do while we wait.

Skipping the part where I tell you that if him and I ever get married, you bet our house/apartment will be full of books and furniture. That's just how we roll.

After an hour of perusing an upscale version of Ikea and another ritzy furniture store, we go back to the restaurant. Two minutes later, we're sitting at our table and looking at the menus.

Yea, pretty much. I think our server had to explain it several times before we finally just gave up and ordered what turns out to be one of the most expensive things on the menu.

So then, we got our appetizer, which was a standard cheddar fondue. Except it had beer in it. Oh my gosh, was it good.

I am proud to report that this reaction is a normal one with everyone that eats there for the first time. I seriously had to excuse myself to the bathroom to powder my nose because I was tearing up so bad.

The rest of the meal was a little bit less emotionally moving. I'm not saying it wasn't good, but after the first wave of awesome, you're prepared for the rest of it.
I had to have some of that red wine onion concoction, and we both agreed the Yin Yang chocolate/white chocolate was what we wanted. They even gave us more fruit, since the rest of the confections served to dip into the chocolate was too sugary. I think that should be an option at all fancy restaurants. Like how the French do with their "official" desserts. A plate of fresh fruit, and possibly some cheese. A light one.

In the end, we ate so much, we were both stuffed. I had a couple of drinks too, so Larry had to drive the two miles back to my place. Oh, but it was so worth it. I hope to go there again one day.