The Seven-Course Dinner
I’m something like 6 weeks late telling you about this, which is a shame, because it’s awesome.
Shannon and I aren’t big fans of Valentine’s Day. Granted, back when we were dating, I used V-Day as an opportunity to flawlessly execute all sorts of fabulously romantic plans with … wait, actually, we started dating in June and were engaged by December, so February as a whole never really came into play until she already had the ring. So, never mind.
Last year I got us a reservation at the ridiculous 2-story Maggiano’s in West End, where we had to wait 30 minutes for a table anyway and turned out to only be 1 story (the bottom story is restrooms and a VIP something-or-other).
The point is, Valentine’s is lame. Not that I don’t like arranging romantic evenings or whatever, but I feel no need to time my romantic arrangements on some sort of a national scale with the rest of society. Plus, all the good restaurants are crowded.
This year, Shannon had a brilliant idea. She offered to fix us a seven-course dinner. I was speechless. Seven courses! Even better: She wanted it to be a surprise! (Translation: I didn’t have to do anything!)
Seven courses, by candlelight, for me … I mean us.
Ultra-brilliant! Smashing! Awesome! Here’s how it went.