Our first date was in Hartford, Connecticut. Rachel took the train up to her parents' house in Southington, and Schaun picked her up from there. We went to a hilariously bad show, based on Stevie Wonder's songs, of all things. It was painfully funny. However, the restaurant we went to was as good as the show was bad. It was a place called Trumbull Kitchen. We highly recommend it. One thing we especially enjoyed was the dessert. They took a blow torch to a sliced banana to make the surface crispy, like in a creme brule. They then put vanilla ice cream, caramel, chocolate, strawberries, pineapple, and orange-roasted walnuts on it.
We liked the experience so much that last year, while we were missing each other a whole lot during Schaun's stay in Kyrgyzstan, we each recreated the banana split from our first date. It's become a tradition.
Behold, this year's version!
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Wow that looks yummy. We actually still remember our first date anniversary too, but don't do much to celebrate it anymore.
You forgot to mention that the first date was a blind date set up by your favorite matchmaker sister!
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