We were at Fleming's Steak House in Greensboro, in a booth in the back. There was a couple in the next booth. We were looking at the menu when two managers, two chefs bearing food and a server with an ice bucket and a bottle came over to their table and stood around it. I told B, quietly, it looks like a proposal, and we both put down our menus and watched.
Sure enough, the guy got down on one knee and proposed to the girl. She apparently said yes, because they kissed and the staff all started clapping, so we clapped too and wished them well. When the main server popped the bottle, he poured for them, and then came over with champagne flutes and poured a glass for each of us.
It was Dom Perignon.

Best of luck, Bill and Stacy, and much happiness!





