Today James arrived in Houston for the first time. YAY! I managed to meander my way around Intercontinental to pick him up at Terminal A. Unfortunately, I didn't exactly get up on time, and even though his flight left nearly 45 minutes late from Memphis, they arrived only 15 minutes late here. Oops! He was waiting for me at passenger pick-up, so there was no lap driving today. At least I know where to go to park for my next trip. (Uh, yeah...Saturday!)
We took a tour on our way to the apartment; drove past the office, Central Market, and stopped at Ninfa's for some lunch. Ninfa's is a local Mexican place with tasty food and a cool atmosphere. There is one just up the street from us on Post Oak & San Felipe. It came a recommendation from Uncle Tom, and we know why. James had a enchilada and poblano along with a taco; I had the fish tacos and traded James for the regular beef taco. They were tasting. And it passed the ultimate test...the Mexican rice test. This is the "true" test of a good Mexican restaurant! I can't wait to go again!
We spent the afternoon just driving around and checking out different areas in town. We drove downtown in hopes of running into the 3-story Specs. That wasn't our luck this time, but it was nice to see the area. We drove back through the Midtown area. This is chalked full of little pubs, restaurants, and shops. We even saw a couple of "biker bars" with tons of patrons. This gives us lots of choices for going out when James is here full-time as well as when we have visitors!
The highlight of the day was dinner! I ended up not making reservations for dinner earlier in the week because I wanted to keep the options open. James decided he wanted seafood, so we went to a place up the street called The Oceanaire. It's actually a chain with just under a dozen locations. They have fresh fish daily, which isn't really that spectacular when you live 30 miles from the ocean. I called for reservations at 6:30 and got a table for 7:30. We arrived on time, shocking, I know, and were taken to our booth. Upon being seated, James noticed there was a card on the table with his name on it. And then even better, the menu had a message on the top. "Happy Birthday James from The Oceanaire" 
What James missed was the fact that the woman who took our reservation asked if we were celebrating a special occassion, and of course I said, "Yes, my husband's birthday." She asked for his name, and this was the result. It was a very nice touch!
We had a nice Pinot Noir wine, an assortment of oysters on a half shell, and a wonderful dinner. I stuck with the grouper prepared oscar style, and James had the Hawaiian swordfish. Wow! It was such a wonderful dinner, and I was stuffed. But why would you stop there? You must have strawberry cheesecake ice cream baked alaskan. Baked Alaskan is a new term for me, but this is what happened. The ice cream was covered with whipped cream. Our server lit the alcohol on fire and poured it over the dessert. The little girl across the way from us was in aw of our dessert. (And, no I didn't take a picture; who knows what I was thinking at that point.) It was very tasty and a perfect end to a great experience. (Even better, they didn't put it on our bill! )
As a side note, this picture is amazingly similar to our first picture from the New York City vacation. We went to a restaurant/bar there that was open late for a burger and fries. We sat in a booth very similar to this (I think it was red too.), and enjoyed another fun dinner out!