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.