Finally, they didn't let us leave without giving us a bag of gourmet shortbread cookies. For later, of course--there was no way any of us could eat them after all those chocolates. When I came home from work the following day and found that a cat (the dumber one) had pulled it down from the counter, ripped the plastic open, and munched on a few of the cookies, leaving his disease-ridden cat slobber on it, I nearly strangled him. But instead I threw him out of the room and ate most of the cookies, anyway.


Finally, the end. Now it's 3:30am, and this took a hell of a lot longer than I thought it would. If this were a restaurant review, I'd recommend this place heartily. But in this case I don't think a recommendation is necessary. FL will do fine without it.