Dining Succulently

Dinner, my dear, was sumptuously
pleasing. Thank you. The soup was
hot and fragrant, the rice nestled
softly within. The chicken breasts
delectable, enlivened by those flavour-bursts
of ginger, tomato, and mushrooms baked,
my dear, to perfection. As was the potato
pudding, crisp and toothsome; the
cauliflower sensational in its understated
clarity. Dessert presented as a splendid
diversion, delicate cups of chocolate 
cake, lofty and moist with their 
pecan-topped coffee icing, concluding
this spectacular meal. The entire
production, my dear, a divine symphony
of exquisite sensual taste. May I be so
bold as to suggest: Same time, same
place tomorrow? Is the menu set?