So apparently Valentine’s Day in DC is an excuse for all the restaurant’s to rip you off by removing their normal menu and replacing it with a “prix fixe” menu. Hey DC… this is America. Just call it “fixed price” and stop shrouding your pricey endeavors in veils of French deception. And on that set menu, you find all of the awesome food you were excited about eating replaced with beef tartare and veal. We like our meet cooked and our cows adult. Not cool. After learning this, we changed our original fancy pants reservations to Sunday and then went for a slightly more low key Valentine’s day… which culminated in us skipping dessert at the restaurant and heading to Good Stuff because, you know, we’re a little obsessed. Yes, I realize that this is the second time in a row that our Valentine’s Day has ended at a burger joint, but I just don’t even care.
I’m so lucky to have that man there as my Valentine.