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  • A once in a lifetime dining experience. That is what I dreamed last night. The tables were set with the finest china and silver. The waiters were the most talented of their craft and the food... the food was only the absolute best. Local, pure and loved to perfection in the fields, barns and ocean, the raw ingredients made their way to each table after being caressed in the kitchen with the greatest skill and passion of the worlds most celebrated and creative chefs. The menu was set for each night, those dinning didn't choose but were always overwhelmed by what they received. The view was stunning, the wine was perfectly balanced. It was the kind of place people made reservations for months, even years in advance and in my dream they did just that.

    Each table was set for eight; four couples who had never met before eating together for this one exceptional night. They met for the first time at this table and for the next three hours they were cared for, fed and lavished in a way that none had experienced before. They shared their hopes and dreams with each other. They shared their proudest moments and deepest fears. They laughed together over stories of youthful excess and shed tears together over tragic losses.

    As the dessert dishes and port glasses were finally cleared away, the waiter brought each couple their check. They ate the same food, drank the same wine, enjoyed the same service and shared the same company but, you see, this is what makes this dinner a dream... At this restaurant, reservations are made without exception in a very particular way. There is an opening at each table for one very wealthy couple, a professional couple, a couple getting by and one couple who isn't. The wealthy couple's check was for $3000, the professional couple paid $500, the check of couple getting by totaled $100 and the couple who wasn't paid $1. The very wealthy and the professionals kept coming because there simply wasn't a way to get this kind of food anywhere else in the world. It was on everyone's bucket list... you were not "someone" until you had eaten here. The others kept coming because for three hours they were treated with a dignity and an extravagance they could never experience anywhere else.

    It was a delicious dream.
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