The most memorable part, of all, was when Veronica finally got the shrimp she had been longing for delivered to the table – only to see that they were fully intact shrimp. She then sat there staring at them, impressively sad. I was about to say something about cleaning them for her when our waitress came back and asked if anything was wrong. Veronica did her slight and sheepish, “No,” which always means yes. The waitress picked up on this instantly and plainly asked if she wanted the heads cut off. I have not seen my wife smile like that since we have gotten married. In her defense the shrimp were huge, and I kind of wish I had ordered them.