Good Ol' Packing House

We were pretty famished after J finished the last of his tat, so we headed on over to the Anaheim Packing House District for some grub. Before sticking with the tried and true, we walked around to see what new spots popped up. Honestly, none of the new spots seemed appealing, so we went back to old reliable, the kroft, and ordered us the braised short rib poutine.


And of course, who could resist taking some cute pictures.



Then, on the way out, we ran in to Patrick and Iban, so we hung out for a bit longer. Zoë was still shy as ever around Patrick, but at least she let him carry her.