HDH and I had an albeit rare opportunity to go out last night. HUGE DEAL.

We left baby with the sitter and headed out to dine at a place here in Denver that has had high remarks in the culinary world. The food was marginal, but the wine was great (and priced really well considering).

After dinner, we picked up The Bug, came home, put him to bed, and within seconds of each other, were running to our respective bathrooms wishing and praying for death.

Now, I'm not sure how fast food poisoning can hit a person (HDH didn't think that fast, but the steady stream of death might have changed his mind), but it did and in full force.

With that said: if you're looking for places to dine in Denver and not looking for the champagne poopies, give me a holler and I'll deter you from this establishment.

(unless, of course, you're up on seeing the famous celeb's that come to town - David Schwimmer was there the night before)