Em's

Isn't John just the sweetest ever? That's what I think to myself all.the.time. I especially had reason to think that on Wednesday when he took me out to a nice dinner at a place called Em's, located west of the capitol on center street. The place was quaint, the service uppity, and the food expensive (all locally grown I guess - what grows in Utah during the winter?). What more can a girl ask for? John and I mostly enjoyed the chocolate habenero ice cream (made in house that had a surprisingly short but strong kick to it) and the raspberry creme brulee - plus making fun of all the stereotypes sitting around us. Mucho gracias love!