Ich Liebe Valentine's Day

So, today was the day dedicated to some saint who most likely inadvertently became directely associated with the most convoluted of emotions, love. Hmmmm...wonder how that happened.

Anyway, I was given a beautiful crystal rose in a spiffy box and a lovely card. He giggled at the hearts-n-arrows boxers he got, along with a giant heresy's kiss. Solid. The D-Man got a giant red stuffed bear.

We went to dinner tonight at a local German restaurant - the Hessen Haus. Yeeeeaaaah. I still have accordion music and yodeling rattling around in my head and I've been having visions of beefy men bouncing around in their lederhosen.

They certainly get an A for effort as far as authenticity goes. The atmosphere is very German and there were things on the menu that left me scratching my chin. Our waiter was very jovial, and never wrote a thing down but neglected nothing. He was impressive, but he wasn't wearing lederhosen. Damn.

We had an appetizer involving several different cheeses. How appropriate.

They serve weinerschnitzel and jaegerschnitzel and lambergerschnitzel and beer that looks like chocolate and on and on. My father-in-law dined on what appeared to be an entire ham and mother-in-law had jaegerschnitzel. Chris got the elk tenderloin medallions, which weren't what he'd hoped. I had pheasant in mushroom Riesling sauce and I tell you - the sauce was the boss. It was so flavorful and it was excellent. I think I made the best choice from the menu.

Best of all, it was a peaceful meal. The D-Man was at home with a cool couple eating shrimp. Heh.

Now, I think I shall partake in some tunes in an attempt to drown out the polka and sign off since I have this piece of german chocolate cake to attend to.