Food for Thought

So, how often do you skip dessert?

I don’t know. Rarely, I guess. But that’s not the point. The point is that you still need the meat and potatoes. You need something substantial.

In one breath, you’re not wrong. But. Chew on this. How was that salmon?

It was delicious. It filled me up, but it was still light. I’d definitely order again.

I agree. I loved the salmon last time I was here. But I wasn’t really crazy about the salad or the way the veggies that came with it were cooked.

Yeah, they weren’t my favorite.

I thought about substituting both, but everything I wanted just kind of clashed with that flavor profile. It would have ruined the fish. Anyway. You’d come back for the salmon, right?

Well, yeah. I don’t know. Now that I’m thinking about the salad, I’m thinking I might try a steak next time. But if it were just the salmon then, yeah.

What if they paired it with something you liked better, but the service was garbage?

Then I probably wouldn’t come back at all. I wouldn’t mind if someone brought me food, but that also just sort of throws off the experience.

Right. That makes sense. Certain things just have to happen a certain way or the whole situation is tainted. I really want to try the cheesecake.

I am so full. I couldn’t.

But then. The plating is exquisite. Sweet, light crust barely containing the tangy, whipped filling. Her fork dips in and slides the bite past her teeth and across her tongue. And her mouth lightly meets his. Crystallized sugar settles on his tongue and caramel drips to his throat. And he thought he was filled to the bursting, but he can’t help but to swallow down sticky fluff. His eyes close and his mouth is suddenly too wet. And he lifts his own fork to his mouth, ravenous. Unsure whether he wants her mouth or the soft, creamy confection dripping with hot syrup. And as he settles for both, the coyest giggle trickles out her lips, barely escaping past her teeth, using his mouth as refuge.

You may not need dessert, but she almost always wins.