I do a lot of eating out (via work) but I think the best meal will be an alchemy that goes a bit beyond just decent food.
Before DCs we were driving back from the South of France is a sports car (how glamorous that sounds!). We had not booked anywhere for the night and were tired, windswept and dirty. We were on the outskirts of Dijon and plunged into a chaotic one way system at about 6pm on a Friday. It was horrendous. Everything was full. We were, of course, bickering openly. We were just resigning ourselves to stay in a motel, when there was one last place to try from a Micelin guidebook - a small, well reviewed restaurant with a Michelin rosette in a village a few km outside Dijon, that had about 8-10 rooms.
When we got there about 6.30pm they had just had a cancellation - both a room and a table for dinner, so they were as pleased to see us as we were to see them. We could have wept. They then said, perhaps before you even go upstairs you could do with a drink, and they pointed us into the garden and brought us 2 of the most gigantic, darkest kirs you have ever seen (cassis is local speciality). We sat in this pleasant ly scrappy little garden with our drinks with chickens running around and the kitchen doors open with the sounds oand the smells of the chefs preparing for the night's meal.
After we had had a shower etc we had dinner and it was fantastic. It was just like your ideal French meal. Everything was local, immaculately cooked. All the other guest were just local families etc (there was a group of about 10 I guess celebrating someone's 60th birthday).
It really wasn't a fancy surrounding, but the food was absolutely excellent, made even better by the knowledge that we had snatched triumph from the jaws of disaster and could very eaily have been in a Formule 1!
I've always loved kir ever since then!