The view's pretty cool from the city's coziest table.
My better half and I are celebrating our anniversary this week, so naturally there's going to be a romantic dinner savored while watching a scantily clad acrobat doing inspiring contortions, high above our heads. Because that's how we roll.
Go ahead, you sun worshipers. Head out to The Pink Door's wildly popular deck for some al fresco dining. My honey and I will be inside, canoodling at Table 103. That's the sweet little two-top in the corner, nestled under the staircase.
Yes, loads of lovers are fuming about the demise of Chez Shea, but The Pink Door's got that room beat, IMO, especially this table, which has a tucked-away feeling, yet an expansive view of the pretty dining room, where dazzling performers do their thing on Sunday and Monday nights. This table's got flickering candles, which makes you look like a doll. And, best of all, it's got a bench seat, set at 90 degrees, so we can sit right next to each other, but not side-by-side. A perfect configuration for my honey to bone my fish.
Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking about the outstanding whole fish dish on The Pink Door's menu. It's fantastic, but I've always been all thumbs when it comes to de-boning trout or rock fish or snapper. My guy does it lickety-split. One of the many reasons we've been together so many years.
And our long history makes it so easy to talk to him, whispering in his ear: "You've got some spinach lasagna stuck in your teeth, pumpkin."
No doubt we'll finish out meal by feeding each other the exquisite cookies-stuck-in-pudding dessert otherwise known as Shards of Love and by that time, our fellow patrons might be giving us the get-a-room evil eye. But, wait. Nope, it's almost like we're wearing Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak. They don't even notice because we're tucked away in our own little world, my squeeze and I.