After the Great Parma Disaster Date of 2012, I decided that rather than just bitching and moaning to Denis about exactly how he should show a lady a good time, I would instead take it upon myself to execute the same date, done completely differently to prove to him that there are date nights and then there are great date nights.
In short, he got schooled.
So, if schnitzel was what the man wanted, I would deliver. In our neighbourhood is a beautiful little traditional Hungarian restaurant called Budapest. They have Schnitzel Happy Hour most nights of the week and also Happy Thursdays where all their traditional schnitzels are half price for the night.
The restaurant is all the things that pub was not, and better yet – the food was amazing.
I called ahead and made a reservation. We arrived and were seated at our candlelit table for two, the lighting was soft and romantic and the place was full but not overly noisy. There was no meat raffle.
We ordered from the specials menu – a Hungarian goulash for Den and a Weiner Schnitzel for me.
There was a brief moment of surprise and triumph on Den’s behalf when it arrived and it was just as big (if not bigger) than my Chicken Parma from Disaster Night, but this was a whole new breed of shnitz. Cut thin and covered in perfectly golden crumbs, served with traditional potato salad and garden salad. Light, elegant and amazing.
I ate the whole thing, with a little help from my husband who never can resist eating off my plate.
Den’s goulash was also amazing, all washed down with a couple of glasses of cheap house wine (also on special). We could hear ourselves talk, we could relax and enjoy the ambiance and the food was exceptional – all for the same price of the pub meal parma that Den tried to pass off as date night a few weeks ago… No back up date idea needed.