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Some of our best friends have been boasting about Bo Beau for almost a year now
and we were so excited to finally head down to OB to try it last night.
Just looking at the menu alone,
it was completely clear to me why they recommended this place.
But once we tasted it,
I almost felt like we needed to send them a huge thank you package.
As we normally do when trying out new places,
we ordered a spread of several different things to try.
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To start, the cornbread madeleines
with pumpkin butter, mixed berry jam and jalepeno-cinnamon coulis.
I wasn't sure it could get much better than that.
But of course it did.
With their signature crispy brussels sprouts
drizzled in pancetta, parmesan and blasamic.
After every bite, I'm pretty sure I said
"why have I never had brussels sprouts before!?"
Probably because most brussels sprouts are served plain
on your childhood dinner plate that already has ribs and mashed potatoes on it.
Why pick those darn sprouts over the good stuff?
But seriously. I don't care
if you've had the worst experience in the world with brussels sprouts.
Order these. Please.
We wrapped up our dinner with the chorizo flatbread
and an order of the leek macaroni and cheese
(I mean really, if it's on the menu.. I order it. Every. Time.)
before we headed to the driving range.
I have very vague memories of playing at the driving range as a kid,
but it's safe to assume I wasn't actually doing any golfing.
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It was so fun to have Jeremiah teach me how to swing.
Aside from put-put, I've never hit a golf ball before
and let me tell you... it's quite different than hitting a softball.
He was so gentle and patient as he taught me,
and his little flirty comments made me feel
like a giddy girl on a first or second date.
I loved it.
Not only did I gain a new admiration
for anyone who can get that little ball to the hole,
but all that golfing made me think of my Gram and Papa
whose love for golf paled only in comparison
to their love for their family.
It was so fun to be trying something they have loved all these years.
And all that thinking of Grammy
made me crave an orange push-up popsicle like she always used to buy me.
After a stop at the local 7-11,
it was home to snuggle on the couch
for Wednesday's episode of Revenge.
It was a night filled with satisfied taste buds,
and a satisfied soul.
Again, please?
before we headed to the driving range.
I have very vague memories of playing at the driving range as a kid,
but it's safe to assume I wasn't actually doing any golfing.
.JPG)
It was so fun to have Jeremiah teach me how to swing.
Aside from put-put, I've never hit a golf ball before
and let me tell you... it's quite different than hitting a softball.
He was so gentle and patient as he taught me,
and his little flirty comments made me feel
like a giddy girl on a first or second date.
I loved it.
Not only did I gain a new admiration
for anyone who can get that little ball to the hole,
but all that golfing made me think of my Gram and Papa
whose love for golf paled only in comparison
to their love for their family.
It was so fun to be trying something they have loved all these years.
And all that thinking of Grammy
made me crave an orange push-up popsicle like she always used to buy me.
After a stop at the local 7-11,
it was home to snuggle on the couch
for Wednesday's episode of Revenge.
It was a night filled with satisfied taste buds,
and a satisfied soul.
Again, please?
