Scaredy -cat

So, my baby's birthday just happens to fall on Chinese New Year's Eve, and I had no ideas when it came to gifts. Until of course I realized that it was New Year's Eve, at which point I suggested to him that it might be fun to go to a really, really, really, really nice Chinese restaurant to celebrate his birthday. So really nice that he won't get a present, since this will really be a supreme deluxe splurge. Like the kind of fancy I've never really even considered going.

So how escared am I? (Escared in a thrilled and excited way, I mean.) I want to make sure that we eat as much amazingly delicious food as possible, so I printed off all of the prix fixe menus we could order (as a party of two) and also printed the entire à la carte menu, and also printed the à la carte Chinese New Years' menu. Then I went through and made a mark beside everything I was interested in, and made my baby do the same. Then we went over it together to try and see if we should order a prix fixe (we shouldn't) and if not, what we would be ordering. (This is very atypical behaviour for me.)

It's terrifically thrilling. And nerve-wracking. So much so that I didn't find time to make the roast chicken that I was so psyched to make this weekend, or participate in some blogging event that involved a rutabaga that I was also really psyched about.

I've got a one-track mind right now. In fact, I'm going to go and peruse the menu one more time...

(The restaurant is Lai Wah Heen, in case any one of my four readers has any suggestions.)