Two and a half hours later I walk out of the restaurant and realize it's still daylight. The next morning I look at photos and understand the building is acting as a time machine. The people working there, scientists from a time when a meal was a romance, a slow dance, perform some magic act. And I don't know when it happened or how even but at some point in the evening there were no longer any more points and the food and the service and the people all blurred into one grand experience.
Today I am grateful that places like this still exist.