
Today I'm in the mood to roam away from downtown, east on Jefferson a bit. There's a reason.
A few years ago, I had heard ads on the radio for a place out near the Belle Isle bridge, a restaurant on the river called Sindbad's. So Jen and I decided to try something new. You've probably heard of Sindbad's, maybe even been there. If not, the dining room is nice but not too formal; upscale-casual, I guess you'd call it. The steaks are thick, the beer is cold, and if you're lucky, the view out over the river is awesome. Most important, they serve lobster. Personally, I never let the stuff get within three feet of my mouth, but Jen loves it.
I think I've been back to Sindbad's once since that night Jen and I went out exploring. But I'm planning to get back there. Real soon. As soon as Jen gets better. I want a big, thick steak, and I want a tall, cold beer. But more than anything, I want to see Jen sitting next to me eating lobster. I don't even care how close she gets.