First of all, CONGRATS BETH!! Steven and I totally wish you the best.
I took Steven out for his birthday dinner a little under a month early because when his actual birthday rolls around (March 12th.), I'll be four days post-op and we won't be able to go anywhere. I feel so shitty about it, too. I know he doesn't care; he prefers to just hide out at home, but I feel like a lame ass girlfriend since I can't even bake a cake (which is something I love to do anyway).
Okay, enough whining about that. We went to Bugaboo Creek Steakhouse
, which is somewhere we went a lot when we were first dating. We've always had good meals and very few problems there. Steven had the spit roasted chicken and smoked baby back ribs
and a Bass. I had the Black Magic top sirloin
, sans spices because they bother me, a skewer of seared scallops, and a glass of shiraz. We had to wait a longass time for our food, which wasn't to bad, considering that we had bread and salad to eat and good conversation. Eventually, I decided to go potty because that always hurries up the food. Sure enough, it was there when I got back.
That's where the problems began. My steak looked pretty blackened and there were no scallops. So I flagged down out waitress and complained. She went off to get my scallops and I attempted to check out my steak. When I cut into it, it was well, well done. As in how Steven would have loved it, well done. He commented thusly, in fact, about how it would be perfect if it had been his. Mind you, I ordered medium rare. I don't eat well done steak.
Then, as the talking buffalo behind us illuminated, I saw that they had, indeed, put the damn spice rub on it. At this point, I realise that I absolutely cannot eat this. The waitress comes back with my scallops and I point out that the kitchen has totally screwed up my order. I know this isn't her fault because I saw her write down what I wanted and the specifications. She's upset now because the kitchen effed up, I'm upset because I'm starving, and Steven is upset because I'm upset. She takes it back to recook while I munched my baked potato and scallops.
The manager personally brought out the steak, as well as the entire rest of the meal for a second time. I'm cutting into it to make sure it's okay and as I'm doing this telling him about the reason I can't have the Black Magic seasoning is because I'm mildly allergic to caraway seeds. The dolt tells me that there are no caraway seeds in their food and I should order my steak without spices. Hello, Idiot? That's what I did. The kitchen fucked up, not me or the waitress. Of course, rather than saying that I politely informed him that I had ordered it without spices and it was the kitchen's error. Then the waitress told him that the Black Magic rub did, indeed, have caraway seeds. Ha ha.
Of course, then I was pretty full, so I now have a full baked potato, a skewer of about 8 scallops, and 8 to 10 oz of steak for lunch tomorrow. Yay! Steven took home most of his ribs. Oh. My. God. I normally hate ribs, but these were pretty damn amazing. I would consider getting them, which is saying a lot. Seriously, the meat was literally falling off the bone. The only place that Steven could think of that had better ribs was Chris's BBQ in Fields Corner.
We split Bananas Mountain Foster
for dessert. Holy Jesus, was it huge. We couldn't finish it. It was totally big enough for three people. And, it was really good, though Steven's version of it actually is better. He's been crowing about that all night. I'm cool with it because that means he'll most likely make it for me on a more regular basis.
The manager ultimately ended up taking my dinner off our bill, probably because of my pointing out that I had not misordered my food. Honestly, if he hadn't, I would have called and bitched. I'm not looking for a free meal, but if I order what I want correctly, it's written down correctly, and it comes out wrong, I would like to be compensated for the inconvenience of having to wait another 20 minutes for my meal. Seriously.
I also bought Steven's big present today. I got him Duran Duran tickets to the tune of $133 and change because all of the super cheap tickets were sold out. I'm cool with it because I also love Duran Duran. I missed them on their last tour for The Wedding Album (which Steven went to) because I was a little too young and my mum didn't want to take me. I actually don't know if he's more excited or if I am. I think may see U2 and split the cost possibly for our anniversary. We'll see.
I also might get Steven an X-Wing
as a little present, since he loves Star Wars more than life itself. What do you guys think? I may also replace his Boston Terrier sox, since they ripped out (that was his birthday present last year). Bleh. I don't know anything other than I'm damned tired and going to bed.