Okay, I’ll admit it: I’ve done the French restaurant thing. I’ve even tried the home-cooked meal angle, which ended in smoke, tears, and Chinese takeout. Don’t wait until the last minute to come up with a game plan. Stick to your strengths: know what your date likes and keep it fun. If your babe’s favorite meal is burgers, why would you force her to eat sashimi so fresh it still blinks? […]
Valentine’s Day rolls around on the same exact date every year, and men still act like it’s a huge surprise. It’s not like a birthday where it changes with every new girlfriend, and it’s not some crazy cosmic alignment you have to calculate yourself by looking at the stars. February 14th: every year, every girlfriend. You can even get Siri to remind you. […]
Look, Mr. Fabulous over there has it all wrong. We planned to meet up at Tavern+Bowl for dinner, drinks and a game or two. I show up five minutes late and this dude has already scarfed down an entire platter of wings and was working on a big pretzel. I’ll admit, the beer-cheese sauce still looked pretty good, even though it was dripped all over his tie.
Let’s get real about San Diego restaurants: they can be a pain. If you’re feelin’ fancy enough to try a nicer place: a man in suspenders hands you a chalkboard with that day’s seasonal, hyper-local rabbit food options, and it ends up costing you an arm and a leg. If you don’t feel like going bankrupt for artisanal cabbage, your other options are greasy, hole-in-the-wall Mexican joints. Now, don’t get me wrong: I love a good burrito, but when it’s date night, you don’t want the morning after to require Pepto Bismol.