Our first Valentine’s Day as a couple was very memorable when we decided to go out on the town and try the local Rivertucky cuisine. We couldn’t find the restaurant that we were looking for and ended up at a quaint little Chinese restaurant that looked promising from the outside. We stepped through the front door to find it was a portal to 1960 and should have followed our instincts when we realized the only Chinese person in the building was the hostess. It was, by far, the worst meal we’ve ever had as a couple. My Szechwan pork was made with real, powdered American gravy and Lina’s dish was slightly better. The waitress kept asking if she’d like us to take it home and we couldn’t get out of there fast enough.