A Night out of my League

Alright, I know I am straying more and more from the usual poetry entry, but this has to be shared.

I went on a date last night (that's exciting in-and-of-itself) in Salt Lake. We went to Cucina Toscana. I am still thinking about it. It's this Italian place that is consistently rated as one of the top 25 places to eat in the country. The Country. Here's a play-by-play of the evening.

-Someone valet parks my car.
-We get inside and someone takes our coats off and checks them (I've never had someone take off my own coat with me in it)
-I sat against the wall, so the waiter beats us to our table and moves the whole table out of the way.
- When asked what I wanted to drink, I said water. The waiter then asked me "what kind of water would you like?" (There were 8 options)
-Best bread I have ever ever ever tasted.
- The entire menu was in Italian. I ordered the duck which was bathed in an apple, fig and grape sauce. Unreal.
-My meal was 36 dollars.
-3 minutes after ordering, the waiter came to our table pronouncing his sincere apologies about the wait and gave us a plate of bruscetta.
-Jeff ordered the veal, which was equally divine.
-Once we were done eating, a waiter cleared our plates and took out a brush-like utensil to get rid of all the crumbs.
-The owner of the restaurant (somewhat of a celebrity) smiled at us and (I swear) winked at me.
-Once we got up to leave, the manager came up to us and shook Jeff's hand and kissed mine, thanking us for coming.
-The coat checker got our coats and put them on us.
-Right as we walked outside, my car pulled up right in front of us.
-The valet parker had turned on the heat so that my car was perfectly warm.

I am sure I am forgetting something. It was so magical and I felt like a queen. You all should make a point to go to this restaurant if you haven't already.