I used to rely on Citronelle for all of my date nights as well.
It started during my days of relationships I'd soon like to forget, when Citronelle was fine site for romantic, delicious lunches followed by furtive lunchtime furtivity [you didn't think I'd say furtive furtiveness, did you? that would be wrong. but I digress. . . . ].
Soon, I was taking my legit, gee-I-love-her-so firlfriend Sue to Citronelle for lovely dinners.
Now, I eat air-blown popcorn in a dark room . . . .
Citronelle -- it's kickass good, although I hear it may wish to notch down its luxury and exclusivity.