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Cafe Madrid

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For Nathan’s birthday we went to Cafe Madrid in the Bishop Arts District in Dallas.

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Our tapas selections were two different cheese platters, chorizo, quail, salmon and the Salvador Dali dessert (there were three of us).

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I love the atmosphere of Bishop Street and Oak Cliff in Dallas. It’s been a long time since we’ve been to Dallas. It’s really hard to believe I was once there every day. I love the older places in Dallas that have a sense of urban arts, like Oak Cliff and Deep Ellum.

I don’t know what’s in Deep Ellum now. There’s really only one eating place where we still like to go (Cafe Brazil), but we never get there anymore, since we’ve lost touch with the Rasputina/Les Claypool concert days.

When I start writing like this I get to feeling sad and rebellious. But whatever we do in the future, we’re going to do it our own way.

I love our life, where we can express ourselves creatively, openly thwarting expectations, or whatever we think are expectations, of others. But I think we do it lovingly.
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