Tonight was the night we celebrated our second wedding anniversary. We went to the restaurant where we had our first dinner on our honeymoon, and where we celebrated our first anniversary last year. The restaurant is The White Horse Tavern in Newport, Rhode Island, and that link takes you to an explanation of one of the reasons we love it so much. The White Horse first opened as an eating establishment in 1673, and the historic feel of the building adds another dimension to the experience of dining there.
One of the perks of getting married in March is that you get to celebrate your anniversary right on the cusp of spring, but you are still able to cozy up to the fire that is constantly tended at The White Horse while savoring beef wellington and their famous bread pudding with bourbon butter sauce as a last-ditch effort to enjoy heartier winter fare before moving on to cool salads and things on the grill. This was a night like that.
But that’s not the most fabulous thing. The One Fabulous Thing of today was ordering, sharing, and finishing a bottle of delicious Pinot Noir with my husband of two years. First, the waiter removed the white wine glasses from the table (why is the assumption white, anyway?) and replaced them with two ostentatious red wine glasses that were roughly the size of my head. Next, the uncorking and pouring and tasting ritual that my husband leaves up to me, because he’s pretty much up for anything where wine is concerned. Then, the toast. The discussions about work, and politics, and slightly scandalous gossip. More pouring, some lingering over dessert, and finally finishing the bottle.
Why is this the One Fabulous Thing? People, it’s been TWO YEARS since I shared an entire bottle of wine with my husband in one night. Two years. I have had an occasional glass since the baby was born, but never more than one while I was nursing. I have missed the ritual of a bottle of wine, the way it draws out a meal and makes you stay at the table a bit longer. I have missed the way it pairs with different courses and makes the food come alive. I like that it is a celebratory thing, to clink those gigantic delicate glasses and drink to another wonderful year and hopefully many, many more.
So, Fabulous Thing #85: A bottle of red.