Proper, Like.

Matt & I
Ate some Pie.

And it was good. 

Style has been raving about this place since it opened the week of Thanksgiving to such great acclaim that it led to a dough-rush as the line tailed back so far into Church Hill. It's open slightly odd hours (& not entirely theatre-conducive) so I've held off visiting 'til now.
   They close at 6pm so Matt met me post-show & we hot-footed it over to East Broad. Except that our conversation was such that we kind of failed to spot the shop & ran out of road on East Broad & departed Richmond. All roads lead to... Henrico County. Hm.
  A scan of Google didn't help in terms of local pursuit. "The Proper Pie Company" being based in Florida. A Road Trip was pondered upon. First off, the orange juice there would be really good to wash it down with & secondly, the car was pointing in the right direction so...  I didn't have any objections as Monday/Tuesday is all about flexible working this week but Matt sort of thought he should stick around for work in the morning. The clock meanwhile was ticking, waging war on our desire for Pie. So Matt asked Siri for help & we drove back into town to look a bit harder.

Second time lucky! (The writing's on the window, the answer being 2505.) Even half an hour before closing, their selection was plentiful & the pies hot & tasty.  Mmm. Flaky. Nom. Makes me glad I'm an eater of Fowl again. 
   The pie wasn't the only flaky thing in sight. My post-show brain from running around after actors, costumes & hunter-gathering garments for dry-cleaning was still ticking over so my conversation oscillated, stumbled & stopped somewhat. Matt hung in there, patiently whilst I reset myself to Sociable Mode.

Two Things To Note From The Visit: 

1) The rubbish bin was marked "Rubbish"!
2) The toilet was marked "Toilet" & within a Tube logo. !!  =   :)

Allowing the great pie-makers to shut up shop, we relocated to the Museum District in search of beer. Monument was all lit up en route, including Pink Flamingo & friends ~ leading to squeals of delight & a drive back round the block for a chance to photograph. 
  At Chiooca's Downstairs, I had my first (& second) taste of Dogfish Head, the intensely-hoppy 60 Minutes. We talked lots. Swapped life stories. So on & so forth. 

1)  Capital of Idaho (which has a cool pointy bit on the northern side, connecting to Canadia)
= Boise.  (Pronunciation ~ "Boy-zee".)

(1b. Homework from Clayton - to discover which four states meet at a perfect four corners, where you can stand in all four states at once.

    Utah. Colorado.
Arizona. New Mexico. )

2) We stopped to discover exactly whom A.P. Hill was by studying his statue on Laburnum Avenue. He didn't make it onto Monument & the Avenue of Fame but he does get to stand in the "Hermitage Road Historic District". 

3) Ended the night with a mini adventure in a playground. The symbolic representation of Sunday Night. There were swings!