Victor ordered the bone-in ribeye and I ordered the fillet mignon with a monster lobster tail to share (I'd hate to meet that sucker on the ocean floor!). It was as if every course was perfectly timed... our appetizer came and upon the last bite of my creamy-rich crab cake, our salads were delivered as if the waiter was watching us through a secret waiter stalking peephole! Really! We'd look up, mainly for air, and the III Forks manager would be pouring us another glass of our perfect wine.
Being the perfectly careful diners that we are, we ate about half of our food saving room for dessert, of course. I ordered an all time favorite, bread pudding, while Victor stuck with his norm, cheesecake. Good and good. We packaged up the desserts, put a cork in the left-over wine, and agreed that that was one of the best experiences eating out in a long time. A perfect date, with a perfect man. Perfect.
As proof of our perfection, the picture above was taken by the hostess of the restaurant as we finished our meal. She printed two copies and even emailed it to me. Notice those happy-just-eaten-good-glazed over eyes (no wait, that's the love in the air!).
Just... well, perfect!
"Perfect man!" Victor, are you reading this? Gen needs a new laptop. :-D
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