There is a restaurant in Minneapolis called The Loring Pasta Bar that is very dear to Will and me. It is a grandiose Italian restaurant in the heart of Dinkytown, the unique off-campus neighborhood that Will and I both lived in for many years. The Loring is where Will took me for our first date, and ever since then it has held a special place in our lives, acting as a locale for impromptu lunches, dinners, meet-ups with friends and family, birthday dinners, anniversary dinners, and the last occasion, Will's graduation from his doctoral program. Needless to say, since we left Minneapolis, I have had an empty place in my heart from missing The Loring. Fast forward to a couple weeks ago when Will mentioned to me that he noticed a place that had recently opened along his bike ride home called Loring, (he had only seen the large name placard above the restaurant which reads Loring ) and that we ought to go sometime since, after all, it's called Loring, and it could be our "n...