Steve and I had originally wanted to go to Dante's on Pier 39 in San Francisco because that was where he proposed and they had AWESOME food. Come to find out they are closed down and have been replaced with a year around Christmas store. It's horrible what they did to this place, there was a view of the Bay, the Bay Bridge, Coit Tower, I mean this place was scenic and now it's walls are covered in book shelfs holding ornaments and tons of other crap you dont need or want. Yes I'm bitter!
So anyway given that they were gone I told Steve to pick a place and he made reservations at The Crab House on Pier 39. Our reservations were for 5:45 and as always Steve was running late. We wanted to leave the house by 5:00 yet at 5 minutes till, he was still in the shower, he called and asked to move back the reservation and they told him no. We end up leaving around 5:20ish and even with no traffic it takes at least 30 minutes to get to the city (we should have known better and planned to leave by 4:30). Anyhow by the time we got to the slow down for the bridge it was already 5:40 and we didn't get on to the bridge until 6:15.
At this point I knew we were screwed and had long given up on the idea of a perfect night. We get into the city and pull into the parking garage in front of the wharf. 20 minutes later we finally get a spot on the third level, yes it took 20 minutes just to get up to the 3rd level. By this time it's just after 7:00pm so we go to the resturaunt and Steve talks to the same girl and she tells him there isn't much she can do, puts our name on the list and tells him an hour. Knowing this I was fully prepared to find somewhere to have a drink (as there bar was full). After searching 4 places, nothing so we walked around the wharf, in and out of the shops...got some chocolate...yum!
8:15 rolls around and we show up back at the restaraunt, they seat us at the bar to wait for our table. We order drinks and after 20 minutes of waiting end up ordering an appetizer. Another 20 minutes later we are conspiring with the couple next to us trying to figure out who is getting a table first because they were told they were next and then 4 people were seated before them. Then comes Mr Pimp Wanna Be in his white suit, hot pink shirt and matching white baseball cap. We see him obviously slip some cash to the hostess and I'm pissed because we see them figuring out where to seat this guy. I was just about to flip when I see them seating him in the back when they came over and pointed us to our table. This was 2 minutes shy of a 2 hour wait for us and after 9:00pm.
Our waiter comes over and we ordered 3lbs of crab to share, some bruchetta and a bottle of wine. This is where I lose track of time, we had a complete story ready to call the manager over at the end of our meal and complain about the hostess service but after bottle of wine #1 was gone we didn't care anymore. Steve ordered another bottle and we got started on that.
We ended up having a great time, I was completely wasted because I'm sure it was me drinking 2/3 of each bottle after my two vodka drinks at the bar. We shared some Tiramisu, paid the enormous tab and got back to the car just after midnight! I asked Steve about 20 times on the way back to the car if he was okay to drive and he was, I was even more certainly the drunk one! I passed out in the car about half way home, got in the house and was out (not before setting my alarm to temp in the morning, but before writing down my temp saved from that morning).
I woke up the next morning feeling toxic but by 10am I was good to go!
I ended up having a great 1st Valentine's Day as a Wife. I got half a dozen roses, a balloon, a teddy bear, godiva chocolates, two cards (one romantic and one funny) and an awesome yet totally went wrong night. Next year were moving on to the exchange cards only phase!
Oh and far as The Crab House goes, their hostess's suck but will take a tip under the table to seat you faster, their house beer tastes like dirty water, the waiter we had was AWESOME and the crab was good although not anywhere near the best I've had. The tiramisu was nothing special but get yourself a nice bottle of Robert Mondavi Fume' Blanc...it's extra yummy!
So anyway given that they were gone I told Steve to pick a place and he made reservations at The Crab House on Pier 39. Our reservations were for 5:45 and as always Steve was running late. We wanted to leave the house by 5:00 yet at 5 minutes till, he was still in the shower, he called and asked to move back the reservation and they told him no. We end up leaving around 5:20ish and even with no traffic it takes at least 30 minutes to get to the city (we should have known better and planned to leave by 4:30). Anyhow by the time we got to the slow down for the bridge it was already 5:40 and we didn't get on to the bridge until 6:15.
At this point I knew we were screwed and had long given up on the idea of a perfect night. We get into the city and pull into the parking garage in front of the wharf. 20 minutes later we finally get a spot on the third level, yes it took 20 minutes just to get up to the 3rd level. By this time it's just after 7:00pm so we go to the resturaunt and Steve talks to the same girl and she tells him there isn't much she can do, puts our name on the list and tells him an hour. Knowing this I was fully prepared to find somewhere to have a drink (as there bar was full). After searching 4 places, nothing so we walked around the wharf, in and out of the shops...got some chocolate...yum!
8:15 rolls around and we show up back at the restaraunt, they seat us at the bar to wait for our table. We order drinks and after 20 minutes of waiting end up ordering an appetizer. Another 20 minutes later we are conspiring with the couple next to us trying to figure out who is getting a table first because they were told they were next and then 4 people were seated before them. Then comes Mr Pimp Wanna Be in his white suit, hot pink shirt and matching white baseball cap. We see him obviously slip some cash to the hostess and I'm pissed because we see them figuring out where to seat this guy. I was just about to flip when I see them seating him in the back when they came over and pointed us to our table. This was 2 minutes shy of a 2 hour wait for us and after 9:00pm.
Our waiter comes over and we ordered 3lbs of crab to share, some bruchetta and a bottle of wine. This is where I lose track of time, we had a complete story ready to call the manager over at the end of our meal and complain about the hostess service but after bottle of wine #1 was gone we didn't care anymore. Steve ordered another bottle and we got started on that.
We ended up having a great time, I was completely wasted because I'm sure it was me drinking 2/3 of each bottle after my two vodka drinks at the bar. We shared some Tiramisu, paid the enormous tab and got back to the car just after midnight! I asked Steve about 20 times on the way back to the car if he was okay to drive and he was, I was even more certainly the drunk one! I passed out in the car about half way home, got in the house and was out (not before setting my alarm to temp in the morning, but before writing down my temp saved from that morning).
I woke up the next morning feeling toxic but by 10am I was good to go!
I ended up having a great 1st Valentine's Day as a Wife. I got half a dozen roses, a balloon, a teddy bear, godiva chocolates, two cards (one romantic and one funny) and an awesome yet totally went wrong night. Next year were moving on to the exchange cards only phase!
Oh and far as The Crab House goes, their hostess's suck but will take a tip under the table to seat you faster, their house beer tastes like dirty water, the waiter we had was AWESOME and the crab was good although not anywhere near the best I've had. The tiramisu was nothing special but get yourself a nice bottle of Robert Mondavi Fume' Blanc...it's extra yummy!
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