We had the dog with us, out for a walk in our increasingly pleasant burg. He's really enjoying leash time, and when he gets tired (he's little!) he can just jump into the bag and hitch a ride.
But look! Outdoor tables at the local Chinese restaurant? And surprisingly tolerable mid-fall temperatures? No-brainer. And they even served us a couple of Tsingtaos out there.
The food was middling, but the service was phenomenal.
It probably didn't hurt that we were in the company of the world's cutest dog.
When Cranky asked one of our servers (I think we had three people waiting on us) if we could have a glass of plain water, no ice, he happily dashed back inside... and returned with water in a little rice bowl plus a tiny dish of diced barbecued pork.
I don't care if the meals are mediocre, I'm definitely going back.
I just wish the weather would hold, because Bean Sprout wants to go back too.