If I were Martha Stewart I would have had
      Valentine’s Day all figured out by now. 
      I would have already bought all my gifts. Each present wrapped
      in understated silver paper, with a tiny antique angel affixed
      to a corner, or something earthier – plain brown kraft paper
      with a black cursive ’V’ done in calligraphy. I’d have a meal
      planned – several light courses beginning with a vivid green
      soup, each bowl topped with one perfect orange nasturtium, and
      ending with a magnificent dessert. I’m thinking of a layer cake,
      a towering, multi-layered confection that would serve – by its
      sheer magnitude and lofty splendor – as a symbol of my affection.
      But I have not purchased or planned a single thing this year:
      no gifts, no soup, and no big, magic cake. It’s not that I don’t
      love my family. I do. But, for me, Valentine’s Day is often fraught
      with misunderstanding.
      Browsing through a cookware shop a few years ago, I spotted a
      heart-shaped cake pan. A beautiful, silver, heart-shaped pan.
      The idea of baking a heart-shaped cake, a layer cake for Valentine’s
      Day, was beguiling. For a family like mine, who celebrate few
      holidays (we do an ersatz Passover-Easter extravaganza in April
      featuring matzoh ball soup and a leg of lamb), the thought of
      celebrating a sentimental holiday – a holiday that had nothing
      to do with religion and everything to do with love – was appealing.
      By Valentine’s Day, I had pored over each cookbook in my collection.
      Wanting a recipe that was old fashioned and homey, I settled
      on a plain vanilla cake. As it baked, the kitchen filled with
      the warm aroma of vanilla and sugar. The cake emerged from the
      oven light and tender, and as it cooled I nibbled on a few moist,
      delicious crumbs. I sliced it into four layers, then spread each
      layer with whipped cream. Pillowy swirls of the cream covered
      the outside of the cake and a few raspberries were dropped atop
      nonchalantly; I wanted the effect to be special but still humble.
      The meal preceding the cake came and went; I don’t remember much
      about it. And then, out it came. Four layers high and hovering
      like a white cloud, that cake was a stunner. I placed it proudly
      before my family.
      "Wow," said my daughter. 
      "Oooh," said my husband. 
      They liked the cake. They thought it was pretty, and poked at
      the fluffy cream frosting, licking their fingers. But neither
      recognized it as a heart. The layer of whipped cream, applied
      so carefully over the surface, had obliterated most of the curves
      at the top of the cake and softened the point at the bottom.
      "It’s a heart!" I said. "Don’t you see? It’s a
      heart-shaped cake for Valentine’s Day!" They looked at me
      and then back at the cake. There was silence for a moment.
      "Mom," my daughter whispered. "That is not a heart."
      I’ve baked cakes in the heart-shaped pan since then. I made a
      birthday cake with pink icing for my mother. I even baked one
      for myself, once, while my family was away, but I was only going
      through the motions. My heart just wasn’t in it any more.
      This year, enjoy Valentine’s Day and let someone else do the
      cooking – and baking. The following stores and restaurants are
      offering specialty items, or serving prix fixe, or a la carte
      dinners for Valentine’s Day. (All of their chefs would know a
      heart-shaped cake if they saw one.) 
      The Fratelli Ravioli stores in Park Slope and Boerum Hill make
      a heart-shaped, cheese-filled ravioli. No one will mistake them
      for plain, round ravioli. They can be purchased by the pound
      for $5.99, or you can try the Valentine’s Day special: one pint
      of tomato vodka sauce, 16 ravioli and two tiramisu for $15.99.
      Copper in Cobble Hill is offering a four-course a la carte dinner.
      There’s a crispy duck on currant pancakes appetizer, and a salad
      of baby field greens, grapes and manchego cheese tossed with
      sherry vinaigrette. For the main course, there’s a pheasant with
      rose petal sauce, asparagus with raspberries and potatoes rosti
      (potato pancakes), and for dessert – a warm chocolate souffle.
      Isn’t that romantic?
      Smith St. Kitchen in Boerum Hill, known for its innovative seafood
      dishes, is serving a three-course, prix fixe dinner for $50 per
      person. There’s an extra charge for an optional caviar or oyster
      selection. Appetizers like seared Hudson Valley foie gras and
      a fried oyster salad with fig vinaigrette sound delectable. Entrees
      take the meal a notch further with a poached Chilean sea bass
      or a Steelhead trout with wilted greens in a shallot vinaigrette.
      For dessert – warm chocolate cake with bourbon ice cream and
      chocolate sauce will leave you sighing.
      In France, they kiss on the main boulevard. For romantic evenings
      in Bay Ridge, locals head to Provence en Boite, a patisserie
      and bistro, where a special $49 prix fixe dinner will be served.
      Three courses, with three selections each, include cauliflower
      soup and a rack of lamb with thyme sauce and Provencal vegetables.
      For dessert – heart-shaped petits fours.
      Marco Polo restaurant on Court Street in Carroll Gardens is serving
      an Old World Italian dinner. A la carte dishes range from retro
      to more modern fare. There’s an oysters Rockefeller appetizer
      – the shellfish are topped with spinach and mozzarella. Pastas
      can be ordered by the half order or full order, and include classics
      such as a simple penne with sauteed prosciutto, onions and fresh
      tomato sauce.
      If you’re a little old fashioned, Marco Polo’s quarter-pound
      lobster or the roasted pork loin with applesauce will appeal
      to you. Those still counting points on Weight Watchers may opt
      for the red snapper or a veal scaloppini with baby artichokes
      and white wine. And for everyone, there’s a heart-shaped cake;
      their version has layers of chocolate and raspberry mousse and
      is topped with fresh raspberries.
      "Brooklyn’s Famous Landmark Restaurant," Gage &
      Tollner, in the Fulton Mall, is serving a surf and turf blowout.
      On the surf side: the restaurant’s legendary crab cakes and she-crab
      soup. For $35.95 a "seafood extravaganza" for two includes
      chilled lobster halves, jumbo shrimp, oysters and clams on-the-half-shell.
      On the turf side: beef Wellington, steak au poivre and duck a
      l’orange. Their heart-shaped dessert, also chocolate and raspberry
      mousse, comes with marinated blackberries.
      How about one-stop dining and a movie? On Feb. 14, the BAMcinematek
      will show a special screening of director George Cukor’s "Holiday"
      (1938). Featuring Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant, the film
      is billed as "a tale of class, sophistication and romance,"
      perfect for Valentine’s Day. The BAMcafe, catered by J.A.M. catering
      services, is offering a $30 prix fixe dinner (plus $9 movie ticket).
      Start with sherried oysters or a spinach salad. Entrees include
      filet mignon Oscar with crabmeat, asparagus and hollandaise sauce.
      For dessert – a molten chocolate cake for two. 
      Finally, some maternal advice: make your reservations early or
      plan on takeout.
Where to GO
      Copper,
      243 Degraw St. at Clinton Street, (718) 797-2017
      Fratelli Ravioli, 200 Court St. at Warren Street, (718)
      330-1183; 169 Seventh Ave. at First Street, (718) 369-2850; and
      169 Lincoln Place at Seventh Avenue, (718) 783-7833
      Gage & Tollner, 372 Fulton St. at Jay Street, (718)
      875-5181
      Marco Polo Ristorante, 345 Court St., at Union Street,
      (718) 852-5015
      Provence en Boite, 8303 Third Ave. at 83rd Street, (718)
      759-1515
      Smith St. Kitchen, 174 Smith St. at Warren Street, (718)
      858-5359
    
  


			




















