I hate Valentine’s Day. Ever since that fateful day in 2003 and my ex-“boo” of 4 days (it was a very complicated, not at all complicated moment in my life) gave his jacket to another girl (she was cold while I was just coldhearted) and held her hand while we watched a movie in religion class. My little young heart was broken. Ever since then, I’ve been a Bitter Betty when it comes to the good ole V-Day. This year, I decided to do things a bit differently. I went on a Single Ladies Dinner with my homegirl Brewdy and we had a blast at the Roux Public House, the place I believe was created for me.
Here’s the back story to how we ended up in Roux Public House last night. I won a gift card from the New Orleans Black Professionals organization and was too excited!! It was a dinner for 2 and I just knew I had to take advantage of this free meal. One random day around Christmas or something, I mentioned that I was so happy that Valentine’s Day was two days after Mardi Gras, because I’ll probably be too drunk/hungover to realize February 14 is upon us once again. Brewdy chimes in and says since we don’t have boos, we should go to dinner. She mentioned in her funny, country voice that she wanted to drink wine and shit. I chuckled and agreed. I’m so glad I did.
We entered the restaurant and we were the only folks there. A woman greeted us at the door.
“Hello! Just two? Are you ladies Valentines?” she says with a smile.
“Kinda sorta! We’re having a single ladies dinner!” I reply. We chuckle and she gives us the option of sitting at a table, on the balcony or in the lounge area. Yes, you get options on where you want to sit. I’m a girl who loves options. We choose a table and we were just too damn excited. The restaurant had a set dinner for V-Day and it was a 4 course meal. We started off with gumbo – which I was a little apprehensive about. My rule on NOLA cuisine at restaurants: if my MeeMee can cook it at home, I don’t order it in restaurants. I was cold and in the mood for gumbo, so I took a chance. And my WORD, what a chance it was! That was a perfect bowl of chicken and andouille sausage gumbo, spicy in the right places and the perfect portion. For our drinks, I ordered a champagne cocktail made with prosecco and strawberries. When the waiter asked Brewdy what she wanted, she said with a smile “I’ll have the same.” Y’all, I almost shed a tear. She’s just a grown girl now, ordering fancy drinks and stuff. ::wipes big sister tear away::
Anyways, the next course we ordered the deviled eggs with smoked salmon. Delicious beyond measure. For our main course, I ordered the ribeye with potatoes and kale (AMAZING!!!) and Brewdy ordered the blackened chicken. The whole time we just kept saying how amazing the meal was. Dessert was up next and we both ordered lemon cheesecake with strawberry puree and shaved white chocolate. Brewdy gave me permission to make my “OMG THIS IS SO EFFIN GOOD SWEETBABYJESUS” moan that sounds pretty inappropriate for the public. I just can’t help it. It was the perfect slice of cheesecake.
The food was good but the conversation made the whole dining experience perfect. While jazz classics played in the background (Etta James’ “All I Could Do Was Cry” came on and I sang loudly. Then I hummed along to “Someday My Prince Will Come” then I dropped a bitter F-bomb when “My Funny Valentine” came on- I love that song.) we chitchatted about relationships (those successful, those shitty and those that should have never happened), friendships, food, past V-Day experiences and laughed a whole bunch. It was the perfect distraction for me to not let Bitter Beatrice come up and wreak havoc on the lovers of the world.
I kept telling Brewdy that I really hate Valentine’s Day. She simply told me, “One day, a man will change that for you.” (or something like that.)
Moral of the story: Be hopeful not bitter. It’s more fabulous.
Brewdy all smiles at dinner!
My second drink, when our conversation got real lol
Brewdy’s blackened chicken
My rib eye that I brought home with the intentions of eating for lunch on Friday…until I remembered I can’t eat meat on Friday (._.)
Brewdy’s “Hell yeah, I ate all my food! You mad?” face.
The cheesecake that made me moan. Don’t judge.
Tell me, what has been your BEST and WORST Valentine’s Day? I know we all have them. Don’t be shy folks…