Valentine shmalentine.

No, I'm not bitter. Not in the very least. I actually had a nice Valentine's Day. A day the card companies shoved down our throats to increase levels of spending after the holiday rush. No really, I had a great time.

I took my date to the one and only upscale Filipino restaurant in SoHo, Cendrillon, for their pre fixe Valentine menu. Total Filipino fusion cuisine that is really worth the price. Quail adobo, crabmeat in heirloom rice, kalamansi cheesecake...total insanity but absolutely fulfilling. The meal was top-notch.

My date wasn't too shabby herself. She, being a California girl, is not used to the NYC arctic chill of late. Who knew it was going to snow all day on Valentine's? She quickly got over the novelty of snow when she set foot on the brown slush of the sidewalks and jumping over pools of the stuff from the middle of the avenue onto the sidewalk, where more often than not, you will bust your ass. The night had it all...great food, San Miguel, good company, San Miguel, endless conversation, San Miguel...I guess I lucked out this year.

My only complaint...dating in New York Fuckin' City is mad, mad, mad expensive.