If you're like me, you wouldn't dare order spaghetti on a date, or anything with garlic. Just kidding, I haven't been on a date in seventeen years! But just hypothetically, if a gentleman caller were to fly me to Chicago and take me somewhere as fine as Alinea for their Final Dessert, I would put my face straight to the table cloth and lick the bloody sh*t out of it.
You have to watch the whole thing to understand why. The end has an M. Knight Shyamalan twist that you're not going to believe.
Actually, I'd rather just have a cookie, served to me by a Subway Sandwich Artist.