June 30th, 2010 by

5 Stars

Last week my husband and I got away for our very first trip without the children. My mother-in-law was amazing enough to offer to stay with the boys. We were super nervous to be away from them but they were fine, of course.

We flew out on Wednesday and we were wrong in thinking that just because we arrived in San Francisco by 1:00 p.m. that we would be able to do some wine tasting that afternoon. It was over two hours before we were able to even get out of the airport. With waiting for our bags and standing in line for an hour to pick up our rental car, we didn’t get to our hotel room until 4:00 p.m.

Since the airlines stopped serving real food on flights all we had eaten during the day was the snack box of chips, raisins and almonds on the plane. When we finally got to our hotel all we could think about was going to out to a nice dinner. I did a search for “5 Star Restaurants in Napa Valley” thinking that every time we go to a “5 Star” in our area, it’s never really that expensive but the food is pretty good.

We picked a restaurant that claimed to use food from their own garden and all local wines. The picture online looked quaint and cozy. Imagine our surprise when we arrived and everyone was in suit jackets and the waiters were in a suit themselves.

A waiter brought us our menu and began with, “Mr. and Mrs. X, let me show you what our chef wanted to accomplish with our menu…” We opened it up and almost choked on our tongues at the prices. Our idea of a nice restaurant is spending maybe $150 for the entire meal and a glass or two of wine. This restaurant was that times three. We were trying to keep straight faces and not look like the complete outcasts that we were and silently communicating with each other as to whether we should embarrass ourselves and bolt or suck it up and stay.

In the end, our hunger and realization that we were in a foreign place where food was not easily accessible, won out and we decided to stay and hope for the best. Well, we got the best. The food was absolutely AMAZING. Every single bite was the best thing I’d ever tasted and the wine was incredible.

When our check came my husband looks at me and says, “You know that bonus we got with our credit card that we were going to use as our spending money on this trip? We just spent it.”

Flash forward a bit, as we are driving back to our hotel from the restaurant: My husband had quite a bit more to drink than I did since I was driving. I was pushing half of my wine to him throughout dinner so I was not surprised when he told me he had to pee.

Of course, we were in the middle of back country roads and there was no public restroom in sight so we did the classy thing: We pulled over on the side of the road. Once he was out of the car I gave him his privacy and didn’t pay attention to what he was doing. After a few minutes had passed he climbs back into the car and exclaims, “Look at my hand!”

He had this incredibly nasty looking slime going down the palm of his hand and I immediately asked him what happened.

His response: ” A slug jumped out at me!”

Me: “A slug jumped out at you?”

Husband: “I took one step and fell down the cliff.”

Me: “OMG! You fell down the cliff? Are you ok?”

Husband: “Look at my hand!”

Apparently, he stepped out of the car and just walked right over the cliff that was near our car. Thankfully, he was able to grab onto a tree trunk but on his way back he put his hand right onto a huge slug. Hence, the slime on his hand.

Somehow this just seemed like it fit with the rest of evening and we began cracking up. We laughed hysterically all the way back to the hotel. It was definitely a night we will never forget. I give it 5 Stars.

~C

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