A Meal In Five Senses

Within an overplay of paneled oak and illumination fittingly low, set upon a table, its style baroque a lighted candle, its shimmering glow plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux Distant soft murmurs of discrete lovers a pop of cork, the chinking of a glass gentle rustling of changed table covers, the whooshing of a skirt as waitress pass. Low background music with a mellow bass. A rich old earthy scent from burning log is mixed with fragrant kitchen spices, sweet arouses memories of synagogue. Pungent aroma from hot sizzling meat; a whiff of petrol coming from the street. The napkin soft, bread roll toasty, warm, dinner plate hot, wine glass suitably chilled all precisely the acceptable norm. Granular grating as pepper is milled. I press on the steak; it's perfectly grilled. Fantastic flavors burst upon my buds juicy, velvety, succulent, tender. The wine my mouth with fruity perfume floods I finish the last drop, then surrender "I require another glass, bartender."