we love this man.
Our upstairs neighbour, Dean, didn’t want me to take his picture with my phone.
I did anyway.
I mean, he was right there.
We were sitting in his restaurant.
And isn’t he cute?
We love Dean.
He makes fun of us all the time.
He lets (his wife) Karen hang out with us.
He lets us play with his baby girl, Presley.
He invites us to glorious dinners where he works, where I eat MMMM rack of lamb:
So you should love him, too.
June 12th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
And where is Dean’s mmm rack of lamb restaurant?
June 12th, 2007 at 10:19 pm
Yum! I love men who cook.
June 12th, 2007 at 10:40 pm
This is an association that you must maintain. What’s the restaurant? Is he also the chef, the owner, or both?
It’s been way too long since Mrs. Perils and I have had a Vancouver weekend.
June 13th, 2007 at 12:05 am
He’s actually the manager.:-)
June 13th, 2007 at 5:36 am
Even though he looks just a touch cranky, I still love him and his lamb.
June 13th, 2007 at 9:01 am
He’s not actually cranky. Well, he is. But he’s kidding. He’d hug you after making that face. He also believes he gets to screen the men that enter our house. FAT CHANCE, MY FRIEND.
June 13th, 2007 at 9:24 am
If he cooks lamb, he’s alright in my book! So how come he won’t let you make a plug for his restaurant on your blog??
June 13th, 2007 at 9:35 am
oh he’s adorable. and he cooks? too bad he’s married…
June 13th, 2007 at 9:36 am
Oh, I’m sure he would, Bonnie. I just don’t advertise where I go with any frequency specifically on my blog. I like to keep that little bit of privacy.:)
I’ll just advertise Dean!
June 13th, 2007 at 9:48 am
I don’t know if he actually cooks. I know he BBQs at home. But he manages the restaurant. Not owner, not chef. :)
June 14th, 2007 at 4:27 pm
I’d love to love Dave too!! How does one go about doing that???