One couple immediately stood out - couldn't miss them. At first glance we thought maybe they were in charge of a party that was going to be held in the room. Their ages are probably late 50s, early 60s. The husband wore a black suit with a deep red shirt. His wife wore a get-up that looked like she performed in strip club for older folks who never got out of the 1960s. She wore black fishnet stockings with red decorated pumps. Her dress was black, with a black net covering the top of her torso and upper back and arms - the arms and skirt (that was too short and tight for her) were trimmed with red boa feathers. I just tried to imagine eating with those feathers dipping into my food or falling off into my food. Not very appetizing.

The table was completely decorated by the couple. They brought their own vase with flowers. On the two chairs opposite from where they sat were gift bags. Gift bags were also on the floor and on the table, as were wrapped little gifts and cards. If that wasn't enough, the husband was still wrapping presents and then handing them to his wife who promptly opened them.

We stared at this very odd couple, obviously out of place on a Sunday night, the 11th of February. They were odd, funny, sweet, and a little creepy. The husband kept getting up and shifting the gifts around, making sure the waiter brought an ice bucket for the champagne they had brought with them, ordering for his wife. They opened present after present, read cards, and drank their wine. We just watched, a bit in awe.

During our stay the lights kept dimming and then flickering brighter. This is common at this restaurant, but I had to make a joke out of it. When our waiter came back to our table I loudly asked him, " So when are you going to stop electrocuting people in the back room?" The other couples looked startled, which made me laugh. He didn't waste a breath - he nodded and said, "Oh, you mean our ghost." Exactly. So we talked with the ghost for a minute and asked it to dim the lights again if it really was a ghost.

Halfway through our meal, the wife got up and came over to our table and the table next to us, and gave us a handful of Hershey's kisses (in red foil, of course), telling us "Happy Valentine's Day." We thanked them. Her husband explained to the five of us in the room that this was their early St. Valentine's Day celebration because on the actual date the place would probably be packed, and they work. We smiled, understandingly.

My husband, who at first was quiet about this couple, suddenly couldn't stop whispering about them. He couldn't get over this big production they were making. He said, "They even brought their own flowers!" I laughed at him and said, "Yes, I know. Look at this as learning experience!" Then it dawned on him that this week was Valentine's Day. He smacked his forehead and then pushed over all the Hershey's kisses to my side and said, "Happy Valentine's Day!" I cracked up and said, "Cheapskate!" We all laughed, and I repeated, teasingly, "Learn."

We finished our meal and on the way out wished them a happy Valentine's Day. My husband got teased by us, "This means that now you'll never forget about Valentine's Day." But we know that after this night, none of us will ever forget it.