I’m Esther
writer, romantic, and part-time overanalyse of menus, conversations, and the perfect lighting. Dates with Dennis started, quite simply, as a way to remember the little things. The gestures, the side glances, the half-finished glasses of wine and conversations that wandered nowhere but still meant everything. It’s not a food blog. It’s not a travel journal. It’s a quiet archive of evenings that felt worth slowing down for.

Dennis is my person equal parts steady and surprising. He arrives early. He always orders the steak. He notices the way light moves across a room before I do.

Together, we make a habit of noticing the details most people miss, the way a table is set, the rhythm of a good waiter, the colour of the wine against a candle’s flicker.

This space is a place for those details. For the outfits we wore, the food we shared, the quotes we laughed over, and the spaces that held it all. It’s a love letter to presence. To dates that don’t need a reason. To dressing up just because. To making time.

Welcome to Dates with Dennis
where nothing big happens, and that’s exactly the point.