Valentine's Day

I lied about the last one being the last dinner. Just to catch you off guard.
Being the coolest Casanova on the planet, I took my girlfriend Gabby to a fancy dinner on recommendation of my ZU buddy's roommate.
It was Gabby's first Valentine's Day dinner! We went to a super fancy restaurant where they had a Valentine's couple dinner deal (hey, frugality comes first). It was (risking the sound of being effeminate,) divine. The menu wasn't in English and my Dutch wasn't very good, so the waiter translated it for us- that's going above and beyond the job duties (to my knowledge).
The dinner itself came in three courses and had two of basically everything they offered in the restaurant. I think it was really all just a marketing ploy, but a smart one at least.
The first course had some onion rings on it. I was impressed- it's not often that you see O-rings portrayed in a fancy light.

Polite pause, don't eat the bread without the main course (if you're pretentious, just kidding my Latvian friend.)

My favorite bit was the dessert. I can't hope to describe adequately the deliciousness that was placed on my plate. The fact that it was beautiful probably tricked me into thinking it was more delicious than if I was blindfolded, but that doesn't affect my enjoyment of it.

I made it big to mirror your envy.

Okay seriously, that's the last dinner story for a while lest I get fat from enjoying the same meals twice.

But have a look at Gabby, ain't she purdy?