Winter doldrums getting you down?
Winter doldrums getting you down?
If you’ve had it already with gloomy skies and rain, here’s an idea that oughtta spice things up a bit.
Remember the good old days when you were part of the dating scene (and for some of you that may be last Saturday night)?
How ’bout those dinner dates with someone who’d recently caught your fancy? Did you just abhor that awkward feeling you got from not knowing how the evening would conclude? Are you sick and tired of all the uncertainties associated with those clumsy first dates? All that insecurity? Would the evening finish at the door with a clumsy peck on the cheek or would there be…? …Well, this IS a family newspaper, so I’ll just leave it at that.
Folks: Help is on the way.
Morgan Hill has many fine restaurants.
(“Huh?” you are probably thinking. “Has she finally gone off her meds and derailed for good?”)
Nope – just bear with me. As I said, our fair city has many fine dining establishments. But none – and I mean none – in Morgan Hill or even Gilroy or all the Bay Area for that matter – offers iron clad assurance that dinner with your sweetie will find you landing in the sack together. Until now.
It seems that our neighbor to the north, San (where else?) Francisco, has recently launched a restaurant that serves – and I’m not making this up – dinner in bed.
Couples begin the evening socializing in the bar that’s decorated with red walls and disco balls. When it’s your turn to be seated (er… “bedded”), the host will arrive to propose: “Let’s go to bed!”
From there you’re led to the “private” dining room, which consists of two large beds configured in an “H” shape that ultimately contains – yikes – 160 people. Once your shoes (just your shoes, thank you) are removed, you crawl in to recline against over-sized pillows placed there for your comfort. A five-course gourmet dinner follows delivered on a tray such as one might use to serve breakfast in bed.
And if you prefer to spend your time between the sheets with an activity other than gazing adoringly into one another’s eyes, this restaurant’s got you covered.
Because there’s ENTERTAINMENT. And not just some washed up lounge lizard, either. I’m telling you, these folks are creative. Whether your taste runs toward trapeze artists, face painters, singers or square dancers – they got it.
Naïve girl that I am, I heretofore envisioned that first time beneath the covers with a special “someone” as waves crashing upon the shore or a sky ablaze with fireworks. If that’s also been your theory, abandon it now and think 32-piece marching band ’cause, oh boy, they got one.
I think it’s safe to say this is a restaurant geared toward furthering romance. If I were you, I wouldn’t plan a large-scale birthday party for your brother at this eatery unless your family’s concept of elegance is a “tractor pull” or if you stubbornly maintain that Hollywood hasn’t put out a decent film since “Deliverance.”
OK, I admit I have no sense of adventure because all I can think of is how in the world do they get the red wine and chocolate sauce stains out of those sheets? And WHO, pray tell, does all that laundry?
But if this sounds to you like a multi-sensory experience of the finest sort, shoot me an
E-mail; I’ll be happy to provide you with the details. It’s a sure-fire cure for the winter blahs of January and my public service gift to you for 2006.
You’re welcome.
