Looking for steak in the all the wrong places

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“I’m in the mood for a steak and I want to take you out on a romantic date,” my husband said on Saturday. I, of course, jumped at the chance. Anytime I don’t have to cook is fine with me. My husband could have taken me to a hot dog stand and bought me two with onions and mustard and I would have been thrilled.

Romantic? After 23 years of wedded bliss going to Lowe’s without the kids and picking out paint chips is romantic.

So here it was a Saturday night, me and Bob gussied up in our Sunday best, (no sweats, no sneakers), and off we went in search of sunsets, steaks and romance.

We decided on Outback — like I said it could have been a hot dog stand. We couldn’t find a parking space close to the restaurant, so we had to take a long, sweaty hike up hill to get there from where we finally parked. When we finally reached the air-conditioned bliss, we were given a beeper and told there would be at least a 45 minute wait before we could be seated.

At this point the romance was fading quicker than daylight.

We looked deep and long into each other’s eyes and knew in an instant. There ain’t no freakin’ way we’re waiting that long to sit down and have dinner. It was almost 7 pm and we had to pick up Bri at 9. Look, romance is got to be quick when you have kids.

And the lines at all the nearby chains were equally long. So there we, were looking for steak in all the wrong places.

So, off we trudged back to the car and headed for home. As we got closer to our block, my husband said, “I really want to go out tonight and I don’t — I repeat — I don’t want a diner.”

Where to go, what to do? All of a sudden, as we headed into the fading sun, I looked up and saw the restaurant Espana. Now I pass this place every day on my way to and from the train and I have to admit it never occurred to me to go there, because it always reminded me of a singles place and I’m blissfully wedded. But hey, didn’t we want romance? And besides, there was no line outside the door.

It must have been fate. We found a parking spot right out front, we went in and asked if we needed reservations, which we didn’t, and they had a delicious line up of entrées to choose from. It was also very romantic with candles on the table and dim , flattering lighting.

We had a great time. My husband enjoyed his steak, I enjoyed not doing the dishes and, as for romance, well there’s nothing like a few glasses of wine for ramping-up the love in the air.

Not for Nuthin™, but after a date at Espana, I just might get used to this romance thing on a regular basis.

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