Statistically, going to dinner to celebrate Valentine’s Day does not end well. A recent poll suggests that 49% of all couples that dine out for the Holiday of Love find it disappointing. Yet, year after year, couples flock to overcrowded restaurants, go through the motions, and pay the swollen check on what is typically a forgettable experience.
I was there once. Long before I had my sailboat, I, in my naivete, planned what I thought would be the “Perfect Date.”
The romantic Valentine’s dinner at one of San Diego’s hottest restaurants was going well. My permed highlighted mullet was beautifully styled, as was my trimmed “porn-star” mustache. The conversation was unforced and easy. Making up for my average looks and way too much Drakkar Noir, was my sense of humor. My comedic timing was on point, and my date seemed to be enjoying herself.
The wine, the meal, the dessert, and my well-thought-out plans for the perfect Valentine’s date gave me hope for a promising evening of newfound love and romance. I was 26 years old and a complete idiot.
Everything was perfect. That was until the waiter, whose expression was a mix of pity and regret, casually placed the dinner billfold in front of me. Instead of the credit card receipt, I found a note:
YOUR CREDIT CARD WAS DECLINED.
Panic, confusion, and the urgent need to pee hit me as I ran through my options. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to regroup. I only had one credit card. I could ask my date to cover the check, or I could throw myself at the mercy of the restaurant and beg for forgiveness. Emptying my wallet and pockets, I was short $3.00; there would be no tip. I pulled the waiter aside, explained my situation, and promised to return the next Day to cover my shortage and gratuity. To my surprise and relief, the waiter was gracious and understanding. However, despite my humor and “charm,” the date did not end well, as the young lady saw right through my “Rico-Suave” facade. The next day I went back and paid my debt. The year was 1989; the restaurant was Croce’s.
Unfortunately, for millions of willing participants, every year on February 14th, the pressured obligation to “show our love” ends in an anti-climatic fizzle as we pay the restaurant check.
So, this year, before you make that reservation at the over-hyped, “Flavor-of-the-Month” hot spot, I suggest a sunset sail on the most romantic venue in San Diego: the Sailing Vessel Riviera.
This is San Diego’s hidden gem. The ultimate date night will begin with signature cocktails waiting for you as you board. This sailing experience is private. It’s just you two, the captain and the steward. Every detail is thoughtfully curated, from the customized appetizer and beverage menus to the playlist. This is a guaranteed romantic success, and you won’t need to stylize your mullet.
Fair Winds & Following Seas!
Paul & Victoria