Editor’s Note: Here’s one of our first posts on Off The Broiler, resurrected for Valentine’s Day weekend.
I realize this blog is named after a Burger King-ism, but anyone who really knows me is well aware I am a staunch and rabid missionary of the Church of Slyders.
This year, Rachel and I decided to celebrate our 11th Valentines Day together at White Castle. Sure, it was corny, it was chintzy, and we had this bloated nauseating feeling afterwards. But isn’t that what true love is supposed to be?
In my opinion Valentine’s day is a totally commercialized holiday, far worse than Christmas, that is designed to bilk your loved ones out of buying you totally useless throwaway gifts, and then to force you to endure one of the worst days of the year for restaurant going.
What venue would be better than White Castle? Click on the “Read the rest of this entry” link below for more.
Rachel and I have probably had some of the most expensive Valentines day dates you can possibly imagine, with all the stress and aggravation that come with it. But you know what? This was one of the best we’ve ever had together. Maybe the marketing guys at White Castle are bunch of geniuses.
If you can’t head for the Crave — I hope those of you reading this blog have opted to stay home, cooked something nice for each other, or ordered out for pizza or Chinese food and turned down the lights, and lit a couple of candles, and broken out the peppermint-scented foot massage oil and the aromatherapy kit. This shouldn’t a day for running out and dealing with overbooked restaurants — it’s for spending it together.
Happy Valentine’s day, honey. I love you. Where’s the Imodium and the Prilosec?