“Valentine’s night in any restaurant, anywhere in the world, is the worst night to go out. Because even the worst sh*t is full. Every restaurant’s fully booked, so do it at home. Take the dessert to bed. Start off with some oysters, blindfold her, glass of champagne, caviar, and then a filet beef wellington.
“Skip dessert…upstairs,” he said, nodding. “Kellie.”