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By chloe lung
Arizona Daily Wildcat
February 11, 1999
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So you're going to be alone on Valentine's Day. Maybe this makes you feel sad and un-American. Maybe you're envisioning an evening of solitude in front of the television, waiting for February 15 to roll around so you can buy yourself chocolates at half-price. Maybe, but you're wrong. You're going out. Alone.

There are several advantages to dating solo: If you're the sort of person who will not eat more than a salad in the presence of the opposite sex, this is your lucky day, and you don't have to pay for another person to stuff her maw.

This is your opportunity to please yourself. You are going to eat everything you want. You are going to spend money only on yourself. You are not even going to use silverware if it doesn't feel good to you.

The Cup Cafˇeacute; at Hotel Congress presents the perfect atmosphere for your lone feast. It's casual, single-oriented, and not particularly romantic. Even better, February 14 will see some sort of love fest across the lobby in the club, so the cafˇeacute; will be filled with desperate singles like yourself. But you don't have to talk to any of them, because this is your night.

Begin with the picacho nachos ($6.95). This appetizer boasts all sorts of exciting toppings like green chiles and artichoke hearts. This is only for unloved-ones with particular chutzpah, because it says, right there on the menu, "A meal for two!" Order the nachos, then clean your plate.

One of the most satisfying Cup entrees is the essential burger ($6.25). The cafˇeacute; makes a fine, substantial patty and tops it with red onion, lettuce and tomato-the sort of burger you can really wolf down in a lusty, carnivorous way.

Dessert at the Cup is worth the over-eating. Treats in the rotating case vary from day to day Both $3, the raspberry cheesecake is light and creamy, and the chocolate mousse is better than any heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Maybe better, even, than true love.

- chlo‘ lung