For our thirteenth birthday, my parents surprised my twin brother, Allen, and me with a trip to New York City. Being country kids, we were thrilled at the dizzying excitement of the big city. We hailed our first cabs, saw the Empire State Building, and marveled at the life-sized stuffed animals at FAO Schwartz. Among our many firsts in New York was our first fine-dining experience; I can still see the brilliant cut-crystal glasses, the shimmering chandeliers, the elegant silverware, and the white linen tablecloths. My brother ordered cherries jubilee because he wanted to see the fruit on fire as they flambéed the cherries tableside. In grave tones, the waiter informed him that the sauce contained alcohol and was not served to minors. My father stepped in and Allen was able to live out his dream. I think cherries jubilee is even dreamier with a scoop of butter crunch ice cream.