


A few weeks ago the Ladies gather for an evening of delicious indulgence at the Melting Pot. The cool thing about the one in St. Pete is that it is designed as if it was a series of caves. It is a dark and intimate setting where the further back into the restaurant you go, the more secluded and private things are. When I was younger there were all sorts of rumors of the crazy things that occurred in that back room. We, though, feeling somewhat saucy as you can see in these photos, were not in sequestered to the back, but rather we were front and center among other ladies that decided to join a monthly promotion of ladies night.

