User blog comment:Kacieh/Enter to Win a Romantic Dinner for Two/@comment-140142-20110208231355

The most romantic meal I ever had was in Austria with my girlfriend. One morning, we stopped at a cafe in a tiny town and ordered pancakes from the owner. We sat in front of the cafe, sipping coffee, as the owner put on a jacket and goggles, hopped onto a motorcycle and left. We joked that he had to go pick up the pancakes, and that they'd be strapped to the back of the motorcycle when he returned. We figured we'd be able to see him coming by the trail of whipped cream blowing behind the motorcycle. He never came back, and we never got the pancakes, but we still laugh about it today and refer to the meal as "the best pancakes we ever had". Romantic meals aren't about the food; they're about the experience and the lasting joy.