I wish I had taken my own advice yesterday and not had any expectations for Valentine’s Day. I thought I was safe from letdowns because DH and I were acting on plans previously agreed upon and were going to go out for a fabulously romantic dinner. We get so little time for romance.
I would wear the ball gown that he had only gotten to see during the construction phases, along with the “secret weapon”, jewelry, coat and shoes. I had, if you remember, had to attend the Fur Ball alone while he was on a business trip.
He would make dinner reservations at a nice place and we would go at a time that would allow us to get our late afternoon chores done and still have time to bathe and dress. I can’t eat too late at night because I have a bad case of acid reflux and suffer greatly.
So, we had reservations at 8 pm at a well recommended restaurant new in town and arrived a bit early for dinner. Unfortunately we entered a door that led to the “lounge” where we stood for 5 minutes untill a wait person came up, heard our story, told us to stay right there and rushed off to tell the maitre d’ that we were here. We stood. And waited in our coats.
We were standing next to an empty table for two and another 5 minutes passed when yet another wait person approached and told us to sit there. We said we wanted to sit in the warm dining area, have a proper dinner, and listen to the acoustical guitar and that we wanted to wait in the dining room. She rushed off only to come back later, sitting us at that table “temporarily” and offering to bring us wine but she had no idea where she could find a wine list. She hollared across the room to someone who she intro’d as “the real bartender” who couldn’t find a wine list either. I ordered brandy DH a mixed drink which we drank in our coats because we were seated next to the door.
An hour passed.
We had seating conversations with two more people including the maitre d’, until I got impatient and went to see the dining room. Twice. On the second trip I discovered that they had seated every person who walked in. There was one table for two available next to the guitarist. As I picked the salt and pepper shaker up off the chair and we sat down I related the story of ordering two unwanted drinks and an yet undelivered appetizer. The appetizer was brought but there was no silverware so the guitarist stopped playing, introduced himself as the husband of the owner, explained that they had to rely on unreliable employees, and went to get our silverware. Then he promptly quit playing and went to drink in the lounge.
After moving to a table that was not so drafty and I could finally take off the coat we got dinner at 9:45, half cooked. How do you half-cook a lobster, just wave it over some steam???
So that was our one romantic night away from the cares of being small business owners and managing employees.
It was the same old conversation but we did have it while being well dressed.