Happy hour. A dog-friendly lunch. Home. Outer Banks. Friends. Visitors. New office. Dog park bound. After work exploring. Friday Cheers. Prosciutto-wrapped, torched mozzarella. Goatocado. Loukoumades. Around the fryer. Green beans. Spanakopita. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner.
I love Richmond, and The Fan. I love being able to make a split second decision about where to get dinner and having the option of walking to a great restaurant. And if it’s too far to walk, I … Continue reading