We had dinner tonight with another couple at an Italian restaurant that has been a mainstay in our area for many years. It’s well-known, is decorated spectacularly, and has a gorgeous garden where weddings are often held.

Strangely, we didn’t eat Italian. My husband and our other two friends all had baked salmon in parchment. I don’t eat fish, but had no problem deciding what to have. I settled on BBQ ribs. Oh my goodness, were they delicious. I didn’t even need to bring any home in a box. The accompanying carrots and roasted potatoes were also outstanding. And then one of the others asked about dessert.

Our waiter brought out the dessert tray.

Hmm, let’s see…that strawberry-blueberry crisp looks pretty good. But then there’s that triple plate of a chocolate something-or-other topped with fresh raspberries, a dish of caramel, and a coconut ball. Or should I have crème bruleé, one of my very favorite desserts? And, of course there were others, each looking better than the others. How could I make up my mind?

Now keep in mind that I had just finished a plate of some of the most scrumptious food I’ve ever eaten. I wasn’t hungry. On the contrary, I was super-full. But when that dessert tray came around, temptation got the better of me and I had the triple plate. Let me tell you how fabulous it was.

Pair all of this with good company, beautiful ambiance on the outdoor patio where we dined, and it made for a special evening.

Mmm…Creme Brulee