Romantic dinner for three

We decided to have a romantic dinner a deux yesterday evening, as my birthday had been such a wash-out. Off we sallied in the mist to the Gasthof Froehlichs. It started well - there were enough people dining to drown our conversation and the stare-o-meter didn't even waver from zero. But by half-past eight, the others had all trundled off into the night, leaving us, our dirty plates and a very chatty waiter. Clearly he had nothing else to do but regale us with stories of restaurant life. There's nothing wrong with the guy - although even CG can't really understand him (which made me feel better) - he just didn't want to be alone. He asked for my feedback on the menu and I suggested that maybe a third vegetarian option would be nice. At this he shook his head sadly and said that the chef only liked to work with certain ingredients... he didn't elaborate, but I'm guessing pork and derivatives thereof, cabbage, and dumplings. But they threw a nice salad together for me AND we got the last two glasses of wine on the house.

We'll definitely go again, but only when we're in the mood for light banter and tales of smashed plates and drunken tourists.