Last weekend, on my wife’s birthday, I surprised her with tickets to see Taylor Swift in Kansas City. We were thrilled about attending the concert in a city where we didn’t know anyone, and where we could enjoy the classic, well-preserved buildings, restaurants, and bars of a smaller American city. We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant that I wish existed in NYC, and dinner at a dimly-lit steakhouse where they placed a birthday candle in my wife’s baked potato since we didn’t have time for dessert.
Nabil, some of us tried that at Jazz Fest this year and the guards kicked us out of the men's room with out delay