It seems that quite a few authors of blogs that I read frequently are going on dates. And by quite a few, I mean two. Specifically, they would be Kathryn (if that is her real name) at Bellow and Julia at Tequila Mockingbird.

So I decided to join the fun and go on a date. With a vegetarian. Normally, this would not happen, since I would be required to come up with creative dinner ideas involving vegetables. Which I hate. I solved that problem by taking her out for drinks.

Unfortunately, the bar we were meeting at happened to be closed since Mondays are apparently slow. Folks here in Atlanta are candy-asses. Real men drink every day of the week. Hell, even the fucking French drink every day of the week.

During a quick phone call, we revised our plans and decided to meet at Figo for dinner, which happened to be in the same plaza as the aforementioned closed bar. Dinner went well and the conversation was good. However, sparks were just not flying.

In conclusion, Figo is mighty tasty.