A friend had a mission: Finding the best Crème Brûlée.
One wild night swept along all over town he sees a promise on a menu. With a jovial amount of drink in him, he orders and what arrives: Delivers.
The best Crème Brûlée in town. He wept in joy.
The next morning no one could tell him where they were. He never saw that Crème Brûlée and that moment again.
It is human to glorify that which was never and to weep at the imagined loss.