It was last January that we first popped our Five Guys cherry. You see, the whole overpriced burger thing took a while to reach The Grim North (although don’t tell those southerners but it’s really not that grim up here these days) and of course we were even later to make it to the party. I read about Five Guys opening in
what is actually not that nice a leisure park just outside of Leeds and had sort of stored it in my memory as one of those places that we should go to one day. And I can’t remember how it came about now but we thought a trip to Five Guys would be the perfect way to cheer up that miserable January Monday morning when everyone was back to school and work. And it was. It really really was. I don’t think I have ever enjoyed a burger so much in my life. So right there and then, we vowed that we should go out for burgers at least once a month. Just the two of us.
Now that the children are in school, we often sneak off just the two of us during the day. Often for coffee, usually for breakfast. Mr Mostly can work crazy busy hours so it’s not always a weekly thing or even a monthly thing so we tend to sneak off at any opportunity because we don’t know when we might be able to do it again. Being realistic, we knew that we probably wouldn’t get to go out for a burger every single month but by making that pact, we have definitely had more burgers in the last year or so than we would have done, so that’s good enough for us.
I love that twenty one years, four children, two (and a bit) cats, one tortoise and two busy lives later we still enjoy each others company. And that he doesn’t mind me Instagramming my burger because he is across the table doing the same. Oh and that I can eat a burger without worrying about getting a bit of mustard on my forehead. Dirty burgers are definitely not first date food, are they? Or is that just me? Seriously though, I think it’s really important to find that bit of time together however short or snatched. Although it has to be said that I don’t think that it always has to be out on a date. It can just as easily be sitting down together at the end of the day with a cup of tea. Where did that whole date night nonsense for old
non marrieds even spring from anyway? Ugh. That phrase makes my teeth itch. It just used to be called going out for breakfast/lunch/dinner/coffee/cinema with your not quite husband and would happen once a blue moon if you were lucky. But now I’m rambling and I suspect that might be a whole other post in itself.
Here’s to burgers! And bearded men! Well, my favourite bearded man anyway. You’ll have to get your own.