We got our just desserts and I thought the sweetness of it would be the death of me, it was PURE Heaven
And I wonder… at the end of this glorious feast, who will be the one to foot the bill. (by the way, tips are usually 15% of the total) Don't worry, I'll get the rest, I have a GOLD CARD, and it isn’t maxed out yet.
Oh yes, the appetizers were Delightful, the salad Divine, the company Delicious. If only… if only I could have tasted the main course! (I had imagined it of course, many times, but the real thing…. ~~WOW~~) If only you had waited a bit longer to share it with me. (9 ½ weeks comes to mind)
And the menu. Why Oh Why didn’t I look at the menu? Why didn’t I pay attention to the price? (I did you know… I KNEW full well when I sat down at the table what the price of this meal would be.) I didn’t care though, it boils down to that. It was worth every penny for every bite, every nibble. Each morsel melted on my tongue, it left me craving for more. (These resturants are always high priced anyway, they lure you in with the smells, the atmosphere, the friendly customer service, and just when you are truly enjoying yourslef.. BLAMMO the bill)
Why did the decorate it so beautifully? Why did it have to be so damn perfect? The music, the candles. The tantalizing smell of the food, wafting through the kitchen doors. (Why couldn’t I remember the four little words that would have saved me this pain (could be an ulcer, could be indigestion, could be something more serious)?????
We were sitting so close, yet miles apart. (After all the table was the longest around) I imagined I could feel you… there beside me.. both of us, enjoying the meal together, savoring the flavor, the color, the passion that the chef put into each piece. I imagine that he put a piece of his heart, his very soul into it, and that is why those meals, those entrees we shared are so memorable, so glorious.
We fed off each others needs, the hungers we both felt, the cravings, the desires. Yet we were always left wanting more. No matter how many times we ate, no matter how many dishes we were served, it was never enough. And that was the downfall, the tragedy of this meal.. the reason this is our last meal.
And I know it is our last. You know it to, I can see it on your face. I watch the way you put your napkin down gently, the way you place your SPOON just so, trying not to make a fuss, trying not to disturb the moment, trying to leave…… quietly. But it won’t work, I’m sorry…. Every clink, every clank, I hear it as if it were thunder booming in the sky. The scuff of your chair as you slide it back is like a roar in my ears, deafening. And all I can do is watch you leave. (I know your car is waiting outside , and I know that there is another meal waiting for you… perhaps.. you were saving room? I can’t imagine you still being hungry after all of this.. but.. maybe you didn’t really take your fill… and now.. someone else has a meal waiting. ~did i mention i give great cooking lessons?~)
I think i bit off more than i can chew.... spit... swollow... hmmm (that is the difference between like and love you know... spit and swollow)
And I watch you leave, unable to do anything, because it was I who suggested this resturant, and I wonder how long I can go on without food, and how long I can last without the sweetness so familiar…. On my lips….
And you walk away…. Hmmmmm ~thoughtful~ when did this dessert turn bittersweet?
MORE SUGAR PLEASE WAITER!!!!!