Monday night was Wife's birthday and to celebrate I took her to dinner to Spago's in Palo Alto. What a letdown? I was looking forward to a romantic evening in a quiet setting and the place was literally humming like a beehive. The suit types were everywhere and it was loud inside.
Sitting at my table, I looked up and found I was in direct sight of a bunch of people from work. Baw! Work was the last thing I wanted to be reminded of.
The food was passe. Wife loved her chicken dish, but the pasta dish I ordered, had caramelized onions that had been burnt too much and left a bitter taste in my mouth.
The redeeming grace was our waiter, who was a kind old gentleman who asked us if we were there celebrating a birthday or anniversary. I told him it was Wife's birthday and he brought us a cake and sang the most lovely rendition of Happy Birthday that we had heard. He deserved his tip.
I don't think I will be going back there anytime soon.
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