Valentine's is always fraught with expectation... a good meal, some good wine and good service at a good restaurant... Is it really too much to be expected?
When you wait until 10:30 the night before to decide to go out, you're not left with too many choices. Hmmm... someplace that's not going to be mobbed, with easy parking and quick access to BWI so PB can make a late flight... Ahhh, Little Havana fits the reqs.
So, meet up there, get good parking spaces, even next to each other. Have a nice big Mojito, just for the memories of summer. Back booth, away from the others. It wasn't crowded, which was nice. Good crab quesadilla, some Fordham beer. Slider sandwich with fresh tuna for him, hamburger for me. Perfectly cooked. Great conversation. Lovely evening.
EEK! A MOUSE!!! Out of the corner of my eye, I see a mouse run from under our table across the floor to go hide amongst the beer kegs. Not good. My feet have risen about four inches off the floor. I am cringing. PB can see the mouse from where he's sitting. We have a quiet word with the waitress.
She tells us "What do you expect? We're an open-air restaurant". BZZZZZ! Wrong answer! NOT IN FEBRUARY! Maybe in August, but not in the dead of winter. And where did that mouse come from? I sure hope it wasn't from the bloody kitchen!
That big thud you heard??? That was the evening falling flat. Happy Valentine's Day!