If we were getting hotdogs from a cart and eating them while walking around a crowded park festival, it'd be "the most romantic." The most romantic is wherever my husband and I are dining out.
If romantic equated with expensive, we'd never have a romantic dinner, ever. So glad the two aren't equal.
Buy your gal a wrist corsage and take her to Denny's. Tell her you love her when the dessert comes and feed it to her one spoonful at a time. That'll be the most romantic restaurant, this year.
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