In essence I lived out that song from Beauty and the Beast, Be Our Guest.
Tyler's Aunt happened to own a five-star sea food restaurant and also happened to be a loving relative of our mate, and in nature a generous and motherly person. Upon seeing our college-starved bodies troupe in through the door she ushered us through the brick passageways and business men to the table where magic happens. The big raised corner table under the Thomas Jefferson painting.
Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
And we'll provide the rest
Lobster bisque, sushi platters, salmon, salad, and a number of surprisingly artistic and varied bread baskets.
Singing pork! Dancing veal!
What an entertaining meal!
Then... oh then, when we we sitting back regarding eachother with glazed eyes and lopsided grins we were surprised to hear that this was not the end. Words did not encompass our emotion, and this may seem shallow, but I have no recollection of overwhelming gratitude so decapacitating me as much as it did then....I believe we clapped when they brought out the desserts.
Course by course, one by one
'Til you shout, "Enough! I'm done!"
Two of every dessert on the menu. Twenty little plates of heaven. Edible heaven. Tyler's aunt must love him very much.
Don't believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing, they can dance
After all, Miss, this is CHICAGO