On occasion, my wife talks me into letting someone else watch the girls, and we take some time away for a special date. This weekend, we drove up to my hometown and took advantage of my parents’ generosity. Late in the morning on Saturday, Queen Kelley and I stole away and drove to downtown Atlanta for a special date.

Our date started with an amazing lunch at Cafe Intermezzo. The city was quiet, as was the restaurant. We even had a room all to ourselves with a table by the window. The view was beautiful as we watched construction workers going to and from lunch. Here’s a photo of the interior of the restaurant taken from our table.

The Cafe

Kelley debated her menu options, but I settled pretty quick on what I wanted. Usually things with “Alfredo” in the name go to the top of the list so the Spicy Tortelini Alfredo with Shrimp was a winner. Kelley finally ordered the Pasta Primavera. Here’s our quaint little table with our quaint little lunches.

The waitress must have known how quickly my interest wains, so she made sure that I had different colored noodles. Every single one, I might add, was filled with cheese.

My allergies had been bothering me most of the morning, but the “spicy” portion of the alfredo cleared those away. I didn’t really care for Kelley’s dish, but she loved it and I suppose that is what counts. Mine was awesome. Cheese-filled noodles in a cheese-based sauce with a light covering of cheese. Now that’s a good meal.

After that, I was informed that this location just so happens to have tons of desserts. Here’s how it works…There are two large cases filled with large desserts. You go over and look at these delectables to see which one you might like to try…but all you do is stand there drooling. Eventually, you mumble something to the waitress and she guides you back to your seat. While you wait for your desserts to arrive, you and your date become giddy with excitement.

Kelley got “Derby Pie” which was a bunch of chocolate, nuts and sugar cooked together. It probably wouldn’t have tasted very good with all that sugar crammed into a small space, so she had them add some ice cream to it. The waitress interpreted my droolen-mumbles as “White Chocolate, Raspberry Tort.” Here’s what it looked like:

I didn’t care for the cake at all…

As we finished our meal, we relaxed and breathed in the atmosphere. Peace. Quiet. No Kids. Good Food.

It was an excellent start of a date. The it was on to the show…