Friday the 13th, My Funny Valentine
I don't mean to be a killjoy, but going out to dinner on Valentine's Day is for amateurs. Why do I need to get ripped off with those prix fixed Valentine's menus? $100 per person, and a red rose. To celebrate a Hallmark holiday?
NO THANK YOU!
I can make out with my husband at home and make a better meal here.
It's like going out for brunch on Mother's Day. I hate crowds! UGH.
Please don't think I am not a romantic, or not sentimental, because I am.
Why not give flowers on an unexpected day? Show your love for your partner everyday, not just Feb. 14. Duh.
We had a lovely dinner on Friday the 13th instead, at a nice French Bistro in NYC called Cafe Cluny. Nothing fancy, just a great casual place in the West Village, with really great food and very reasonable prices.
I had the most wonderful beet salad with blood oranges, 3 colors of beautiful roasted beets and some kind of cheese slices stuck in between. Gorgeous presentation and delicious to boot.
Here is the "heart beet" salad. Get it?
Here is what I woke up to last week after a dusting of snow on my front porch.
And no, the mailman did not write this.
Now that's romantic! Hope you had a nice Valentine's day! or Friday the 13th or both.