It's night in Chicago; I smooth down my dress
Down a darkened hallway of oak wood I walk
For rapt'rous meal, with date and dinner guests
Courses number twenty five, several hours of talk.
It starts. Glass vials, and cups, porcelain plates
A sea of wee platters, placed carefully right
Tastes balanced 'pon pins, each one with its mate
Examine, fork lifted top each jewel-like bite.
One course involves pillows of lavendar fair,
Our plates sinketh slowly down to the table
We sup upon duck, and perfumed air
While we drink and make merry the best we are able.
Thank Achatz for hosting a repast so fine,
My tastes overwhelmed, rich flavors combined.
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