Posted by
cathleen carr on Sep 20, 2010 in
Love |
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When Peter and I pass the fancy Italian restaurant on the corner, I always ask, “When are you going to take me on a date here?” This place is the real deal. Black Escalades line-up out front along with women – hair measuring the circumference of the sun - in designer heels, busty frocks and enough gold to save the banking system. It’s the kind of place...