Date Night

Jason and I had the rare opportunity to go out without the baby last night.  Alexander’s Grandmommy and Papa came to visit and offered to watch him while we had a night out on the town.  And by night on the town, I mean we went out at 7 and were back by 9:30.

We decided to check out The Argosy in East Atlanta.  Despite not having any tattoos, I used to spend a lot of time in East Atlanta in my wilder days.  I don’t know if I was trying to relive my 20s or I just wanted to go somewhere that wasn’t baby friendly or what, but that’s where we ended up.  Little did we know, there was some big bike ride going on and a lot of the side streets were blocked off.

Bike race

And we actually could have brought Alexander because it was non-smoking.  So yay for that.  The bar itself was really nice on the inside.  It was really big with high ceilings.

Argosy inside

We were first seated at a little table by the bar but the seats didn’t have backs and were uncomfortable. So we moved to the bar itself.

Argosy bar

I ordered the veggie burger with a kale salad.

Veggie burger argosy

And a beer.

Allagash white

While the veggie burger was good, the bun was humongous and I felt like all I was eating was bread.  I mean, there’s nothing wrong with bread, I love carbs, but the ratio of veggie burger to bun was a little off.  The kale salad was okay.

All in all, we thought the place was cool but we weren’t wowed by it.  Maybe my days of going to bars are over.  We probably would have had a better time if we’d just gone out to a restaurant instead.

Date night argosy

#old

Restaurant Review: Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl

A couple of weeks ago, we went to one of those paint your own pottery places (you know, like where we got engaged, but not that one).  Our friends Jamie and Dave were painting some stuff and we hung out with them for a while, before having dinner with them.  I didn’t paint anything, but Jason painted a dinosaur.  And then last weekend, we went to pick it up.

The pottery place we went to was in Emory Village so we decided to have lunch there and after picking up the dinosaur, we went to Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl. Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl is an offshoot of Doc Chey’s – a local noodle place.  This location used to be Doc Chey’s for years but they recently turned it into the Dragon Bowl.  Not sure why.  A search on Yelp revealed that people were not impressed by the change.  Most of the bad reviews were written by people who were upset that the restaurant had changed.

I, on the other hand, love a build your own type restaurant.  And that’s what Doc Chey’s Dragon Bowl is.

First you choose the style of your bowl.  They have Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Japanese and Thai style.  Then you choose your base – ramen, salad greens, vermicelli or dragon rice.  And finally your veggies and meat.

I went with Vietnamese style with salad greens, roasted broccoli, roasted cauliflower and tofu.

Dragon bowl

I loved it.  Yelpers be damned.

Doc Chey's Dragon Bowl on Urbanspoon

What I thought about breastfeeding week

If you don’t focus 99% of your internet time on all things baby, you probably didn’t know it was World Breastfeeding Week.  But if you’re me, you did.  It was everywhere – in my Facebook feed, on the Huffington Post, in Glamour Magazine, etc.  And here’s the thing – it kind of made me feel like shit.

I’m 100% pro-breastfeeding.  Both Jason and I were breastfed as babies.  But then when I had my own baby, I just couldn’t do it.  It wasn’t for lack of trying, trust me.  I just had a very low milk supply.  Like negligible.  And after two weeks of driving myself crazy, I stopped trying to make it happen.

But then I read all these articles and blog posts recently about how great breastfeeding is and though I agree, I felt like every single thing I read had this same rationale – it’s better for the baby and it’s totally natural and what you’re supposed to do.  And it probably is.  But when you can’t do it, and you hear other people talking about how they are doing something that’s better for the baby and you aren’t, that’s hard.  When you hear people say that you just have to keep trying and you didn’t, that’s hard too.

It’s also the influx of, “you’re such a good mother for doing this” comments that bother me too.  A friend of mine posted this article on Facebook and I agree.  It’s not always easy and it’s not always natural for everyone.

Not breastfed (and practicing his duckface) but still has a good mother:

Duckface

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