For the past fifteen years or so we’ve forgone the fancy, overpriced, overhyped and gastronomically unsatisfying dining event called Valentine’s Day. As usual one year we had reservations for a prix fix menu meal and had planned to dress up for an evening out but I called Lewis that afternoon and asked if he minded if we ate in instead.
When I arrived home from work and walked in the side door I saw him nicely dressed and in an apron working furiously over a hot stove. He asked that change into a dress and meet him in the living room. I put on a slinky short Betsy Johnson red dress and obliged, stepped through the doorway and was floored . He had set up a card table in front of the fire place with table cloth, candles, and my favorite, tulips. It was then that our Valentine tradition began. I was determined to continue that tradition this year and order take out to enjoy in front of our fireplace but construction is really moving now and the dust bowl that is our living room is no place for a meal.
We had waited too long to make reservations so we decided to wing it and hit a tiny Italian bistro within walking distance. As expected there was almost an hour wait and we found solace in a bar across the street. Dinner and of course the company was perfect but I can’t wait for our tradition to resume in front of our new fireplace next year.
Yeah, Valentine’s Day is a lot of hype. It is definitely a night we don’t really need to eat out and hope to sit down before 9:00 and not have an overpriced preset menu since we do a lot of fine dining the rest of the year. It is nicer to hang at home. We had high hopes of roughing it in the construction zone but production was in full swing this week and there was too much dust and stuff in the way. I was looking forward to that dress tossed on the floor again but I don’t think Janelle should be walking around in stilettos in the construction zone.