Taking you back to high school with this one.
A Valentine’s Day surprise dinner for my then girlfriend, consisting of McDonald’s served in the partially finished basement of my best friend’s parents’ house. The best friend (thanks C. Lubbe) volunteered to be the waiter. Nothing about this idea sounds good or romantic. It was so ridiculous, it actually worked.
I recall a rudimentary table setting, a playing of Heavy D’s Now That We Found Love What Are We Gonna Do? (available on Chris and Matt’s New Year’s Eve Party Mix Jam 1991) and these fancy menus, dot matrix printed on a manila file folder for the makeshift restaurant, Chez Lubbe:
I ordered off the menu for myself and the girlfriend. The specials, of course. Nothing says “you mean the world to me” like a Value Meal posing as something better.
Absurd. Embarrassing. Hell, it was high school. And perfect material for the WOWBOB blog.