Last week I went out to dinner with my wife. As we were deciding where to go out for dinner, I suggested an italian restaurant we had been to about a year ago. I had a really good memory of the place. But then my wife reminded me that neither of us were really satisfied with our food. It really wasn’t very good italian food. But I wanted to go there again. I think the reason I like the place was because I was there with my wife. She makes even eat at a restaurant a good place to be simply because she is there with me.