If you didn't know, Emily just celebrated her 23rd birthday. If you just realized this you should send her a text to wish her a happy belated birthday, she would very much appreciate it. This was Emily's first birthday celebration as a married woman. A celebration that would have to take place without her parents, her siblings, or her friends. Only me. Therefore, I knew this and I wanted to do a good job at being a man. In order to be a good man, according to "God's Gift to Women" by Eric Ludy, you have to be in charge. You have to plan out the evening without telling her anything. You got to blindfold her and move her from place to place in a romantic way so that she feels like (and knows) you put a lot of thought into it. So, that is what I decided to do (minus the blindfold).
Disclaimer: I truly had the best intentions.
So, one thing Emily and I both really enjoy is Tex-Mex. I used to think that Mexican food tasted the same from North Carolina to Texas, but that was soon erased as we made trip after trip to Chuy's, my Mexican heaven (it's a restaurant if you haven't heard of it, not really heaven). Since Emily and I both enjoy eating Tex-Mex, I thought that it would be a good idea to find a great authentic Mexican restaurant around here for us to share some romantic tortilla chips over.
Yelp did a fine job of finding a 4.5 star reviewed restaurant in a little, quaint town of Poughkeepsie, New York (
http://www.yelp.com/biz/el-bracero-mexican-restrnt-inc-poughkeepsie). I ignored the only one $ sign stating the price and figured this place was a very nice, clean, authentic, beautiful, wonderful place to take my wife of 3 weeks for her birthday dinner, but boy was I wrong.
Poughkeepsie is about 30 minutes from the KOA, crossing over the Hudson River and through many small upstate New York towns. The best part of the night and I believe Emily would agree on this, was probably the scenic drive to the infamous "El Bracero." Arriving at the restaurant, the first signs of turning back was it was sandwiched in between a Dollar General and the Salvation Army. Don't get me wrong, I love those places, but it was the sign of what was to come. As we entered, we were greeted by loud Mexican music blaring, angry stares by 15 hispanic men, and no smile from our hostess.
We sat down in the corner as we were given menus taped together with the description of bracero on the cover (if you were interested: a Mexican laborer permitted to enter the United States and work for a limited period of time, especially in agriculture). This was not the best start to a romantic birthday dinner. I'm going to skip the deets, but here is what went wrong: expectations. Emily expected a nice, clean restaurant. I gave her "El Bracero." Very good, decent, appropriate expectations for your birthday dinner. But I wanted to do something adventurous and different and it was a terrible idea. I don't have any words to defend myself in this, just that I had the best intentions. After dinner, we ended up getting some ice cream at Mary Jane's Dairy Bar and Emily accidentally dropped half of her ice cream in the trash can. It was a tough night for us both.
Moral of the story: If you want to be romantic, go somewhere that is safe. Go to Olive Garden. Go to the Cheesecake Factory. Go to Maggiano's Don't use yelp as a reference. Don't choose El Bracero. Don't ask me for advice.
But, to make it all better, we went to Kobe's Hibachi and Sushi Restaurant yesterday and it was delicious. YUM!
-Jin