Last night, my girlfriend and I celebrated our anniversary. We went to dinner at Top of the Hub, and then cabbed over to Finale for dessert.
Finale is famous for its desserts (and after last night, I know why), but they also have dinner. It’s nice to have that option (they call it the “Prelude”) if you want to have an entire meal there.
Halfway through our dessert sampler, two young ladies sat down at the table next to us, and each ordered a dessert item. One got the molten chocolate cake, the other the cheesecake. Two very good choices, as we had very recently learned.
About 10 minutes after they finished, a salad was brought to their table; they were apparently splitting it. My girlfriend and I looked at each other at the same time, both realizing what was unfolding before our eyes. We were watching people eat a Tarantino movie.
