NYC Event: Feast of Saint Valentine Dinner - You're Invited!

Are you date-less on Valentine's Day and/or don't give a flying f*ck AND LOVE FOOD? My chef friends and I are hosting a dinner in Brooklyn on Feb. 14th.

**Fill out the questionnaire to be added to the waitlist. We will be in touch by Wed. 2/11 if seats open up**

100 First Dates & Brooklyn Fork & Spoon Present 

The "Feast of Saint Valentine" Dinner

Originally, Valentine’s Day had nothing to do with courtly love. The feast day honored martyrs who risked everything to spread kindness and help those in need under the reign of evil empires. That’s refreshing news for single people like us who usually give February 14th the big middle finger. 

Let’s take back the day!

Brooklyn Fork & Spoon and 100FD are hosting a supper club “feast” for single women and men who love good food and good company this Valentine’s Day (menu below).

Come celebrate! Seating is limited so fill out this quick questionnaire to secure your spot.  
Details: Saturday February 14, 2015 @ 7:30pm, Brooklyn, NY


“Night of Joy” Welcome Cocktail
Cocchi Americano Rosa, Sparkling Rosé, Celery Bitters

Winter Kale Salad 
Ricotta Salata, Pomegranate, Spiced Pumpkin Seeds, Honey-Shallot Vinaigrette

Beer Braised Short Ribs Over Polenta (vegan/vegetarian options upon request)
Locally Brewed Morita Porter, Goat Cheese Crema, Au Jus, Arugula Microgreens

Assorted Brooklyn Fork & Spoon Signature Cupcakes
Made With Love

*Bring your own beer or wine*


Hosted by Mardi and Theo, the chefs of Brooklyn Fork & Spoon, and Lisa writer, comedian from 100 First Dates blog & podcast.

I Did Not Make Out on Valentine's Day

I did this instead:


Mail! Snail mail. A real postcard addressed to me in my mailbox from my favorite blogger in the universe - this lady. She knows me too well.

She knows I'm looking for a real man who will fight a fictitious tiger/jaguar/giant-killer-cat to the death to protect me. I mean who doesn't want that really? I'll even wear that ridiculous dress. Universe, hear my prayer. Thank you, thank you MJ!


Remember last year on Valentine's day when I went out with 

Date #66, that really "nice" foreign guy who brought me roses on our date? Remember when he freaked out on me two dates later? This is still one of my best dates stories ever. 


Why is this word so hard to spell? I can't express to you how excited I am about my new vacuum that sucks in the best ways possible. Call me old, call me weird, but just know this: Eureka! My apartment is clean. 


German beers do not disappoint. 


Who sent me these beautiful tulips? Seriously, this has never happened to me. I swear I did not send them to myself. 

The only people in the world who know I don't like roses but really like tulips (and who also know my address) are my ex-boyfriends, and I doubt they sent me flowers on V-day. The note said only this: "Happy day that is Feb. 14". Mysterious. I fucking love mysteries.  

Hope you all are laughing, drinking, and stumbling upon wondrous mysteries on this silly day.