A handwritten note in red and white paper, with a red ribbon bookmark, reads: "Way back in 1980 my husband and I were married. In fact our dinner at the 'Trat' was one of our first official dates. We were fairly poor at the time and couldn't afford to eat out often. We loved our little Italian restaurant as we could actually afford a romantic evening out. So here we are on our date. We order wine and then some more wine. Those little glasses can be quite devastating. For some reason I felt compelled to order the chippino I'd never had the dish before, but I was quite sure that it was very sophisticated and clearly demonstrated a lot of class. After all-I stare into my dates eyes- I crack a crab leg and watch it (to my horror) slither out of my hands and let under my dinner go- I head to floor on all fours and chased my dinner to the floor between the legs of a complete stranger. My date from between the legs anyway and we still take our date and I married at the memory."