So this is it. You knew when he asked you out to dinner that something was amiss. Though you've been considering how your life might change for the worse tonight, how can one truly brace oneself for this? Good thing you suggested Chez Leon. When he starts in with, "We need to talk," instead of crying, go ahead and order the salade lyonnaise
. By the time he gets around to "It's not you, it's me," you should be well into your filet de boeuf aux poireaux
and a second bottle of wine, and "This just isn't working out" is bound to be drowned out by the glorious chocolate lava that flows from your gâteau au chocolat français
. Life goes on, after all.... And come to think of it, that waiter is really, really cute.