Date Night

They don’t happen very often anymore, sadly enough. When we were first married we had a date night on the 10th of every month. Because we got married on the 10th of September. Sweet huh?

But since a certain Miss Berry entered our lives. The date night has dwindled. It’s our own fault. We could work it so that we have a little romantic anti-pasto platter picnic on our loungeroom floor while watching a DVD. And it’s not that I don’t want to leave the Berry with a babysitter, it’s the lack of babysitters in my life! After all, all my friends are mummies themselves and have their own children to look after.

But I digress.

We’ve been in Noosa. Because we had a certain birthday party last weekend, and Pete had some work to do up here this week, and it was just easier (and funner!) to stay instead of driving home and back twice.

So on Saturday, my lovely husband and I left our daughter with my parents for the evening and had ourselves a date night. 10th or not.

We strolled along Duke St at Sunshine Beach, and came across a really cute little restaurant, “Mooshka”.

Luckily they had a spare table for two. We quite enjoyed ourselves. The restaurant had a great atmosphere, very funky and cute. All the furniture, crockery, cutlery and glassware were ‘preloved’, all random, mis-matched – and it totally worked. Instead of candles on the tables there were old-fashioned aluminium teapots, or old saucepans made into potplants. It was so cute!

The staff were fantastic – really friendly, and stopped to chat and made us feel really welcomed.

We both had the pork belly. Marinated with five-spice and served on a bed of sweet potato puree with steamed and wilted bock-choy. Yum! The pork crackling (yes, fatty I know, but who doesn’t love good pork crackling!???) was a bit too salty for my taste, but overall, it was a very enjoyable meal.

 

Afterwards we cruised down to Hasting Street and stopped at our very favourite ice-cream store, Gelatissimo. We used to go there ALL the time when we were going out and engaged. Blood orange sorbet, green apple sorbet and chocolate chip gelato. Yum. As per tradition we took our treat down to the boardwalk, and ate it snuggled up on a park-bench watching the moon and listening to the waves crash on the shore. Bliss.

We’ve gotta find a way to make this happen more often!

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