Daniel and I went to the Plumed Horse in Saratoga for a celebratory birthday dinner. The food was excellent, with the bison steak served with vanilla-scented sweet potato puree and the desserts being particular standout dishes.
However, what really made the evening was that all the restaurant staff really went out of their way to make the evening special. My dessert of peach souffle came out with a little pink birthday candle stuck to the corner of the plate, while my coffee was accompanied by a little plate of petits-fours with "Happy Birthday" written around the rim with chocolate sauce, in a rather gorgeous curlicued script. After dinner, they gave us a tour of their wine cellar. (We admired a huge jeroboam of Chateau d'Yquem sauternes - our server told us that each year, a huge corporate party rents the entire restaurant and buys one of these giant bottles. It's a firm of morticians, so their business hasn't been affected by the recession.) Then they walked us through the kitchen, and we got to chat with the sous-chef for a bit. It was quite an experience.