About “Valentine Reservations.”

A couple of years ago my wife and I were in Wendy’s to get a quick Sunday lunch before we headed home for Jean’s involuntary nap. We like Wendy’s. It is close to being my favorite fast food joint. Chili, chocolate frosty, salty fries, and square hamburgers. What’s not to love about that Bobby Kennedy? Now on this particular Sunday we got some entertainment we did not expect. It seems that Sunday before we got there the employees were having a disagreement and by the time we got there it had started to escalate. Hollering had started to cross the line. They had become entertaining enough my mind was completely off the chocolate frosty. Everybody was leaving, I mean everyone except for Jean and I . When I saw this wasn’t a play for entertainment,cause they were cranking the noise, Jean and I left. We took our business up the road. I tell that story for a reason.

Today is Friday Date Night, but it’s February 14th also. That makes it a special date night. On Tuesday I ordered (two weeks before, cause it is fresh.)Jean her favorite candy, a 24 piece gift tin of divinity with pecans by Holiday Farms (Amazon). She loved it. Guys it was at least a double, I didn’t bunt with that gift.

On Wednesday I brought home a dozen long stem roses. Now I know she’s not a psycho for flowers but she does appreciate the effort. So again not a bunt. Believe me I know what a bunt is. See my article on yogurt cake this week.

Now yesterday, was a scratch my head kind of day, what do I get that will mean something to her. Not to make you guys look bad but I have decades with this awesome lady. So I got her a dozen almost softball size tangerines. (At a rip-off price) I came home, put them in a bowl and scattered Sam’s cash in with it. Sam’s cash is the money you can get back at the end of the year or spend on you shopping spree. I save it for days just like this. It amounts to a few hundred dollars. She calls it her “flower money.” Tangerines? They carry a special memory of two, poor as mice, married kids, sitting in the floor of our $35 a month duplex apartment, just talking and laughing while eating tangerines. Yesterday I hit a home run.

Now today has me concerned. She is getting dressed to go to work with our oldest daughter in her law office and I’ve got til late afternoon to think about it. My buddies at PT asked me if I had made reservations and I hadn’t even thought about it. Really.

I haven’t though about it cause our restaurant taste are like our restaurants, simple. Mata’s Greek Pizza, enough said, had it last date night. The Rocket, best bbq salad, hand mashed hamburgers and let us not forget the beer battered onion rings. The Ark, ate there about a month ago. Their hush puppies are to die for, and the best catfish there is, uumm. Then there is Las Tres Amegos, best tasting salsa, Jean and I drink that stuff. Cracker Barrel, country food, or breakfast if you feel like it. We both love the “Crack” as my family calls it.

We are not really into steak but we do love seafood, shrimp in particular but nowhere around here to get it that compares to the Gulf. We will at times go to Gulf shores or PC for a few days and shrimp binge. We are not into sushi at all.

This little county that I live is not a tourist spot with entertainment and a meal. That would be be nice to have a Dollywood on Snow or Noble, but it’s not happening. Wait A Minute… Wendy’s has entertainment. We haven’t been back to that special one in a long time. I wonder if I can get reservations?

Here’s hoping all you guys hit a homerun and haven’t been duped into thinkin she doesn’t care. You have bunted, too many yogurt cakes. Try, really try to bring it back. It really is about her and not us guys. Thanks for reading. Happy Valentine’s Day.