An anniversary in Chino is usually celebrated at home, and the reason is the freeway. This is a commuter city at the seam of three counties: the 71 runs south from the 60 straight down through town toward the 91 and Orange County, the 60 carries the Los Angeles County traffic west past Pomona, and the 10 and the 15 pick up everything heading east. A large share of Chino households have at least one person who leaves before seven and gets back well after six. That single fact decides the order. A bouquet delivered to a workplace in Anaheim or Irvine has to survive a forty-minute commute in a hot car; a bouquet waiting on the kitchen counter, or handed over at the door at five, does not. Unless you know the recipient's whole day, the home address in 91710 or 91708 is the right target, and an earlier window is better than a later one.
The city's own restaurant scene is not where most Chino anniversaries end up, so the evening tends to travel. Ten minutes south, The Shoppes at Chino Hills is the closest cluster of full-service tables. North across the 10, Claremont Village keeps the most walkable dinner district in the valley, including long-standing rooms like Walter's, with Hotel Casa 425 in the Village and the DoubleTree by Hilton on Foothill Boulevard for a night away. East, Victoria Gardens in Rancho Cucamonga and Ontario Mills hold the bigger chain rooms and the cinemas. In Ontario, Vince's Spaghetti on Holt has been feeding Inland Empire families since the 1940s and is as likely a fortieth-anniversary dinner as anything with a tasting menu. For a full weekend, the Ontario airport hotel corridor along Vineyard, Haven and Inland Empire Boulevard is the dense set, the Sheraton Fairplex sits beside the Fairplex grounds in Pomona, and Glen Ivy Hot Springs, south of Corona off Temescal Canyon Road, is roughly half an hour away via the 71 and the 15 for a spa day rather than an overnight.
Restaurant-table deliveries work, but they work on the restaurant's terms and it is worth knowing that before you plan around one. Call the room yourself, confirm the reservation name and time, and ask whether they will hold an arrangement — many will, some would rather the flowers not occupy a two-top for two hours, and a few simply cannot store them safely during service. When a restaurant does accept, mid-afternoon is the delivery hour, before the dinner turn starts and while a manager is there to sign for it. Hotels are easier: front desks accept deliveries routinely, but they hold for a registered guest, so the order needs the guest name exactly as the reservation reads plus a check-in date. The most reliable version of the surprise is the least cinematic one — flowers to the house in the morning, dinner wherever you booked it, and nothing depending on a stranger's shift.