Because once I start, I just can't stop bragging about what a wonderful guy my husband is, I thought I'd share what he cooked up for our anniversary this year. You might remember, last year he earned the title "Keeper" from all of my friends by sending 10 bouquets of flowers to my office in the span of a week. Eleven years is not as big a deal as one ending in "0", so he was more low-key this time around. Well, maybe.
We went shopping around town and I bought myself an anniversary present--a new beach cruiser townie bike, red with flame decals and a leopard-print seat. It's either very hip or very tacky, so I'm naming her "Bettie" after Bettie Page, who is either very hip or very tacky, depending on how you feel about her. I chose this one because Frank and Alex both have red bikes, and I want us to be color-coordinated because I am an insanely big dork.
When we got home from bike shopping, there was a dozen red roses on the doorstep, interspersed with stargazer lilies. The lilies were in my bridal bouquet, and I think he remembered that. Romance is all in the details, you know.
In the evening, we went to Quattro, the swanky restaurant inside the Four Seasons Hotel Silicon Valley, located in East Palo Alto, right next to the freeway. We had a babysitter, so our kid went to Chuck E. Cheese and we went on our merry way.
Dinner at Quattro was fantastic. Starting with an interesting amuse bouche that looked like garlic butter and chives wrapped in a piece of bread, but tasted like some kind of high-end egg salad, then on to the primi (pasta) course. I had goat cheese ravioli with toasted macadamia nuts, and Frank had a rigatoni with vegetables and cream sauce. We had to shout over the noise of our arteries hardening, but we were undeterred and moved on to our secondi or main courses. I had my bi-annual Veal Chop (every other year I erase the image from my head of the poor baby veals tied up in a box and go for it), and Frank had duck. Both dishes were excellent and well prepared. I've never had roasted lettuce as a side dish before, but by golly roasted romaine is tasty.
The waitress brought out a little plate of truffles for us with "Happy Anniversary" written on it, and we thought that was really sweet. Even though we scarfed down the truffles, we had dessert anyway. We topped it all off with a creme brulee trio and an espresso meringa, which was a coffee-flavored foamy meringue over some melted coffee gelato. The espresso dessert made me think of that dude Marcel on Top Chef, the king of all foams. All the while, the champagne flowed like the melting polar ice caps and we were one happy couple.
Afterwards, Frank announced we were scheduled for spa treatments upstairs at the spa. He was getting a massage and I was getting a facial. Frank knows that try as I might, I hate massages. I've tried different kinds, and with the exception of one Hawaiian lomi-lomi massage, I've pretty much hated all of them. I end up being more sore and tense at the end than when I went in. After 11 years, Frank figured out that a massage would not make me happy, but a facial is all goodness and light in my book.
After a little mix-up, they managed to drag all the needed equipment into the couples spa room and we got our treatments while listening to soothing music and the sound of Frank rhymically snoring away about 20 minutes into the massage. Oh well. We walked out with him feeling relaxed and calm, and me with a face that felt as smooth as a diaper-rash-free baby's butt.
The best thing about the spa at the Four Seasons was the shower. It was one of those gigantic showerheads that feels like it's pouring rain on you, with a couple of sprayers on the side, kind of like a human carwash. I could have stayed in there for hours, but the place was closing and they started indiscriminately turning off the lights. I didn't want to rush out with my dress on backwards, so I took the hint and reluctantly left the shower.
So, you might be wondering what I got my darling husband in exchange for this life of luxury, right? I'm thinking of having a t-shirt made for him that says, "I've Been Married 11 years and All I Got Was This Lousy Blog Post."