What is less romantic than getting to the restaurant that you booked 3 weeks in advance . . .
Is getting there and having to wait 45 minutes to be seated and when you do, you end up having to split a table with another couple, who are undoubtedly in what they call is "luuuuve'. The other couple's public display of affection gets you wondering 'Why they are more in love with you?' Before you know its a competition, that gets too far out of hand and leaves you kicked out of the only half decent restaurant, on the night of the year that is booked out months in advance.