When Happy Hour Means More Than Getting Sloppy Drunk

I mean, I still had two glasses of wine, and in Heather World, that still means getting sloppy drunk, but whatever. It wasn't the goal.

We went to a fairly new place down on Main Street - Melange. They had kick-ass Happy Hour specials, outside seating, and a fantastic waitstaff. I've already been back once!

Sashimi Plate

Beef Carpaccio
(Also - capers! I had never tried those before!
How is that even possible?)