Allison and I met, improbably, at a bar. Technically we were outside the bar (as Allison is prompt to point out) attending a "dot-com launch party," which were frequent occurrences in turn of the millennium San Francisco.
When Allison mentioned that she had 49ers tickets and invited me to a game I knew that there was a real future to this relationship. After a year of dating I knew that this was definitely the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. While I suspected she felt the same way, we had never actually discussed marriage.
I have a traditional streak, so planned on a surprise dinner at the nicest place in the city, Restaurant Gary Danko, which we had been planning on going to for months but had never gotten around to booking. The day before the dinner I called my sister, Susan, to tell her I was getting engaged. She asked me how I was going to do it and I told her that I thought I’d say something along the lines of “Allison, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
She immediately informed me that that approach was completely, woefully, hopelessly inadequate. She pointed out to me that this was a story Allison and I were going to have to tell dozens of times, and was something that girls fantasize about essentially from the time they stop thinking boys are gross. She assured me that if I wanted a “Yes” my proposal had to be far more exciting and memorable. This left me completely perplexed as I don’t consider myself all that creative, but I definitely saw my sister’s point. But I now had less than 24 hours to both plan and execute “something special.” After an agonizing period of alternating between brainstorming and cursing myself for consulting my sister I finally came up with an idea.
The afternoon of the dinner I called a printing shop in Chinatown that specialized in printing menus. I had them print up 2 small custom “Dessert Menus” for me complete with a small leather folder. I then went to the restaurant early and conspired with the hostess and wait staff.
After dinner our waiter announced that there was a special dessert menu that evening and he handed us the ones I’d had printed. As we perused the menu I said, “Look at that last one, it seems interesting.”
The last item on the menu was:
TRUFFLES NUPTIALS: A wedding of white and dark chocolate truffles topped with a delicate raspberry sauce. This marriage of flavors will truly engage the senses.
I said to Allison “Look at that. It seems like there’s a theme going on with that one: nuptial, wedding, marriage, engage.” As she took a closer look at the menu I dropped to one knee, presented her with an engagement ring and asked her to spend the rest of her life with me. Her first words were “Are you joking!?” followed by “Is this for real?!” and “Are you serious?!” with the occasional “Oh my God!” thrown in. She finally managed to come up with a very surprised and excited “Yes!!”
The wedding is on February 15, the day after Valentine’s, and we are having a pastry chef work on a recipe for REAL "Truffles Nuptials"
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