We couldn’t get into Restaurant 155 (even after I explicitly expressed my desire to dine there for our vday dinner and gave Brian months of advanced notification) so we ended up having dinner at Redrock Canyon Grill at Bradley Fair. After running errands on Friday morning and purchasing our Friday evening tickets for “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” and Saturday matinee balcony (you can’t beat reserved seating) tickets for “Daredevil,” I told Brian that we probably should make reservations. He goes, “No. We can call them and make our reservations tomorrow.” “I’m going to call them anyway,” I insisted. “I have a bad feeling that we’re not going to be able to get in.” Sure enough I was right. They were completely and totally booked. This shit always happens to us every year on Valentine’s Day! I told Brian that he has a year to get us reservations for next year. He has promised me that he will deliver, as my Valentine’s Day present for 2004, a night in The Royal Court at The Castle Inn Riverside along with dinner reservations at Restaurant 155. Let’s all cross our fingers! So anyway, we ended up waiting almost two hours for a table at Redrock Canyon Grill. Thankfully, we got seated before my patience wore out completely. Here are some pictures:

The place was completely packed! Even the bar was crowded! The standard wait was about 1:30 to 1:45 hours. We got there at six and didn’t get seated until after seven thirty. You would have been proud of me because I voiced my dissatisfaction in a civilized manner. I mean, after having waited for almost an hour Brian come up there to ask how much longer before we were seated and they tell him another 30 to 35 minutes. About ten minutes later, his parents show up and I tell them that it shouldn’t be much longer because of what they had told Brian. Anyway, twenty minutes pass and Donna gets up to ask and they tell her 40 to 45 minutes! I’m like wait a second, that’s even longer than the time they told Brian a half an hour ago. I wait a few more minutes, until I absolutely can’t contain myself anymore and I get up there myself with Brian in tow. I explained that we’ve been waiting an hour an half and wanted to know when we were going to get seated and they give me the 30 to 35 minutes crap. I’m like, no– that’s what you told Brian over a half an hour ago. She’s like, well we usually tell people 1:30 to 1:45 and I told her yes– that’s what they told me when I first came in to put our name on the waiting list. I told her that when Brian checked the first time, he was told 30 to 35 minutes. She really had the audacity to say, “Are you sure? We’re usually pretty good about this.” I was fixing to open a whole can of whoop-ass when this other guy finally said that they’ll go ahead and seat us next so she put a big star next to our name and sure enough ten minutes later we were seated. That’s why it pays to be diva!