Alisha and I went out to dinner tonight (it’s one of my favorite activities).  Of course we had to pull the car over to give us some time to actually figure out where we wanted to go instead of driving around for an hour only to end up at Lion’s Choice.  We determined that we were going to go to “the hill” since we live so close by (for all my readers who aren’t familiar with St. Louis, “The Hill” is a historic area in town that is known for their authentic Italian restaurants). 

We ended up going to a restaurant that we have never noticed before- Mama Campisi’s… what a great decision!!  They have this guy walking around the place singing old crooner songs.  It was a little creepy, but entertaining.  There was this couple at the next table who was offered dessert by a number of employees and each time they would decline indicating that they have other ‘plans’ for after dinner.  One time they come out and say that they are going to have sex for dessert.  After they leave we start talking with the waitstaff about how weird and gross they were.  Of course, I could have taken the conversation too far (but I didn’t), rather the girls who worked there did.  They brought us the dessert plate and started naming each item as sex on a _______ (i.e. elevator, hotel bed, pool, etc).  I chose sex on a sidewalk- the carrot cake.  The girls decorated the cake and wrote on the plate in chocolate their new title for the dish and brought it out and sang us a birthday style song about the topic of the hour.  The singing was okay, the food was good, and the service was excellent.   I think we may have found our new place.