Well, it was just as special if not more so. Like, nothing had changed. They still had fresh raspberries on the salad, someone still brought me a single long-stemmed rose, and the accordion player still strolled around serenading and taking requests.
We don't really have a song, so we sat there debating what to request. I told D I'd give him ten bucks if he requested "Shake Ya Ass". Sadly, we went with "On the Street Where You Live" and "Moon River", because we are actually eighty years old. Some other tables requested "Stairway to Heaven" and "Bohemian Rhapsody", and he rocked them out, so that was awesome.
The food was aMAzing.
Oh, and this is also the kind of place that has pictures of the owner and his famous guests everywhere, so every time I looked at D, I had to look at a picture of Newt and one of his wives. Seriously, it was right by his head. Kind of took away a lee-tle of the romantic vibe.
The best thing about the place is the sign on the door saying that for safety reasons, no guests under the age of six. Man, every restaurant should have that policy.
And this was our first trip to Islands of Adventure. We walked on the first three rides and were thinking, "Man, where is everybody? It's spring break!" Well, you get back to the Harry Potter section, and that's where everyone is. Wall-to-wall people. The ride was cool, though, and because my husband is an ENORMOUS DORK, he bought a Hermione replica wand. He was disappointed that although he got to see Hermione, he didn't see her mother, Geraldine Granger. I told him he must write that fic, because best crossover ever! He shot back that one day he wants to go on a ride based on one of my books. But I said, dude, I am a crap writer who can't construct a plot or even finish anything, so good luck with that dream.
Anyway, blahblahblah other stuff no one cares about, now we're back.