Third Anniversary at OceanairePosted: September 19, 2012
Yesterday DT and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary….I can’t believe it, three years. In so many ways it feels like we tied the knot two days ago – in others, it feels like 10 years. Not a bad 10 years – just a lot-has-happened-in-what-feels-like-10-years.
But mostly, time goes by in a blink.
I surprised DT with reservations at The Oceanaire Seafood Room….a place I have no business going, seeing as I don’t really eat anything they serve. But I knew it was a spot DT longed to visit, so you know….the things you do for love. On your third anniversary. And I somehow had a hunch that I wouldn’t go hungry.
Personalized anniversary menus?! So neat!
As if the menus weren’t already fun and unexpected, when we went to order a bottle of wine, our waiter delivered a card from my parents – they’re sneaky that way. They treated us to a bottle of vino, how lovely!
And it was goooood, by the way.
We started with an appetizer – shrimp and grits. The perfect match for us. DT ate the shrimp (which I don’t eat), I ate the creamy, luscious, cheddar-y grits (which he hates, I cannot figure it out). So you see – it works!
For his entree, DT ordered the halibut prepared Louie style….which I guess means that a bunch of crab is dumped on top of the fillet. Served with mashed potatoes.
I picked out a couple of sides. Summer squash with tomato and garlic:
And a pile of sour cream mashed potatoes (and no, I did not eat all that!):
A happy man!
The damage to DT’s plate:
As if enough gluttony hadn’t already happened during this meal, this showed up:
Baked Alaska? How have I never heard of this??
Our waiter poured rum over the top of the meringue and lit it up to bring a beautiful char to the outside, then sliced it in half.
Seriously, how do you even make this??
The cherry ice cream was such a delight, the sponge cake it sat upon was sweet and, well, spongy….the Dulce de leche swimming around the dish was completely indulgent.
Yet, I have no regrets.
And now, the Baked Alaska damage:
Oyyy-oy-oy. Time for elastic stretchy pants.
The token gift for a third anniversary is something made of leather. Soooooo, we gave each other wallets. 🙂
Happy three years to us – we made it!