When I met my husband I was dating a couple of men for whom a fancy dinner meant steak and baked potato. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but all the time? Other meals were hamburgers, and ethnic meant chili. When he took me for my first Korean dinner (bulgogi, chop chae, yaki mandoo, kal bi, and many kim chees), I knew it was love. Many Vietnamese, Thai, all sorts of Chinese, Japanese, Hungarian, French, Slav, etc dinners later, it is still LOVE.