I Want to Eat in a Place Where Valentine’s Day Doesn’t Exist


Sparks, where romance never happens.Photo: Jennifer MacFarlane

Dear Grub Street,

Where should I go for an antiValentines Day dinner? My girlfriend of four years just broke up with me, and I want to eat somewhere where I won't see any couples, or think of couples, or anything connected with couples. I want to eat out somewhere that is a million miles from Valentines Day.
Signed,
Cupids Sworn Enemy

Dear Cupids Sworn Enemy,
Were with you! Having railed against Valentines Day in the past, we continue to fervently wish that Valentines Day would just go away as do most chefs, if not restaurateurs. Traditionally, its been our habit to go dine alone at Sparks steakhouse, a vast and clamorous room whose main decoration, a series of nearly indistinguishable paintings of dead trees in winter, is no more conducive to seduction than the gorgeously browned steaks and chops plated starkly without garniture. The problem with Sparks is that, inexplicably, there are some couples who show up there on Valentines. We would therefore send you instead to Roberts Steakhouse, at the Penthouse Executive Club, an equally adept hand at serving great meat, and in a setting sure to extinguish any romance before it could possibly begin. For women, we would recommend the communal tables at New Green Bo or Seymour Burton: restaurants where they can eat shoulder to shoulder with strangers more interested in soup dumplings or butter burgers than this cruel and tired annual rite.
Grub Street