The perfect meal does not exist. It could well be a slice of toasted bread and some melted cheese, or fondue, shared with a friend.
You cannot organize or anticipate good times or ideal meals. It’s a question of simplicity, spontaneity, good times with friends. Most often, it’s only later, long after you’ve experienced a great meal, that you realize, in retrospect, how wonderful and how perfect it really was.
From Simply French: Patricia Wells Presents the Cuisine of Joel Robuchon