Close your eyes. You've just spent a dewy morning on the Swiss slopes, and settle in at your châlet to a hot mug of fresh coffee, crackly bread that steams when you rip into it, and a delicately spun croissant with layers of fluffy pastry wrapped around a gooey almond center. You're probably wearing a very thick, woolen sweater with some sort of woodland animal on it.    

Open your eyes. Still in your cubicle? Damn, us too. Sorry about that.

 
Come February 14th, you won't be able to throw a candy Sweetheart without hitting a prix-fixe menu that promises the most romantic of evenings for you and your [insert: snuggle-pie, honey-bear, lover, one-night stand that won't disappear, long-time boyfriend/girlfriend, first date (props to you!), or fellow singleton who lives above you and had nothing else to do].