I knew something was up when he washed a load of dress shirts and reached for his dress shoes instead of flip flops or chucks. He is not a dressing up guy and rarely does it even if I beg so I was really wondering where we were going that would cause him to go to such lengths. When we showed up at Bertrand at Mr. A's it all made sense. They have a dress code. Button ups required and no open toed shoes are ever permitted so he really had no choice in the matter. It's kind of an interesting set up because it's on the top floor of an office building. You don't feel like you are going to a restaurant until the elevator doors open at the top.
The food was good too. It better be right? I got filet Mignon and MJ went for half filet and half short rib. Our dessert was like a giant Twix bar but better. Sitting outside was AMAZING. The weather was perfect for it and I actually felt kind of bad for the people sitting inside because they were really missing out on the weather and the view because they don't put pull up the sunshades on the giant wall of windows inside until after the sun sets.
Fine dining is funny. There is always that awkward moment where the amount of times your water glass has been refilled borders on embarrassing and someone is picking up the garnish that fell off your entree plate and scraping your crumbs off the table with their fingers where you kind of feel weird that someone is serving you so astutely. It's also fun though because it's nice to be catered to and get the star treatment every now and then. I'm just a little bit of a restaurant snob. My Applebee's days are done. I need some ambiance when I dine out. The VIP five star treatment is not a necessity but it sure is nice every now and then. Thanks to the husband for such a sweet date. Neither one of us had ever been there before and now I want to go back sometime to experience it at night.