The first time my wife and I celebrated valentines was 2015. We had been married 14 years, and only celebrated it at my mother’s urging.
We decided to drive to a semi resort town for different restaurant options. Everything was horrible, the food, the service, even trying to pay the bill. Over the next 10 years we did at least a little something for the day. This year she asked if we were doing anything and I said, “please, no.” She laughed and said she was relieved. Yesterday I did go to the grocery store in town to get cheap markdown candy for her, but the only thing they had were those pepto dismal hearts.
Honestly going out on VD is the worst. It’s busy af everywhere, staff are exhausted dealing with the surge, everyone working wants you to spend a lot more than you do, everyone is either on edge or sad, you’ll probably be disturbed by some grand sweeping gesture…
Ick. The weekend before or after are much better. Or literally any other time. Go for romantic dates on other holidays when everyone else tends to be out of town, not the day when everyone else is trying to do the same thing.
I quit my job 2 weeks before Valentine’s day and I heard it went horrible (most expensive fine dining in the city). Only prep cooked quit on the spot after my last day so no experienced prep cooks, no experienced line cook except the two chefs. Everything got 86’d and one of the servers said she got stiffed on tips 3 times in a row for $200+ tickets. Some restaurants don’t plan well for Valentine’s day and make the most while cheating out all their workers.
We went to three different restaurants, none of them were busy. In fact the second, there was more staff than customers the entire time we were there.
We went to the second place because the first place ditched their normal menu for a special valentine menu. Nothing was vegetarian and there were no substitutions.
Yeah my wife has done the whole valentine’s rigamarole with exes, and I haven’t. She hates it, and it’s thoroughly unappealing to me. We wound up watching TV together after I made us a big casserole
The first time my wife and I celebrated valentines was 2015. We had been married 14 years, and only celebrated it at my mother’s urging.
We decided to drive to a semi resort town for different restaurant options. Everything was horrible, the food, the service, even trying to pay the bill. Over the next 10 years we did at least a little something for the day. This year she asked if we were doing anything and I said, “please, no.” She laughed and said she was relieved. Yesterday I did go to the grocery store in town to get cheap markdown candy for her, but the only thing they had were those pepto dismal hearts.
Honestly going out on VD is the worst. It’s busy af everywhere, staff are exhausted dealing with the surge, everyone working wants you to spend a lot more than you do, everyone is either on edge or sad, you’ll probably be disturbed by some grand sweeping gesture…
Ick. The weekend before or after are much better. Or literally any other time. Go for romantic dates on other holidays when everyone else tends to be out of town, not the day when everyone else is trying to do the same thing.
I quit my job 2 weeks before Valentine’s day and I heard it went horrible (most expensive fine dining in the city). Only prep cooked quit on the spot after my last day so no experienced prep cooks, no experienced line cook except the two chefs. Everything got 86’d and one of the servers said she got stiffed on tips 3 times in a row for $200+ tickets. Some restaurants don’t plan well for Valentine’s day and make the most while cheating out all their workers.
We went to three different restaurants, none of them were busy. In fact the second, there was more staff than customers the entire time we were there.
We went to the second place because the first place ditched their normal menu for a special valentine menu. Nothing was vegetarian and there were no substitutions.
Yeah my wife has done the whole valentine’s rigamarole with exes, and I haven’t. She hates it, and it’s thoroughly unappealing to me. We wound up watching TV together after I made us a big casserole