The corner booth. It’s a date-night coup.

Secluded. Shadowy. Leathery.

Topping that, well, it’s tough.

Okay, not really.

You just need a private island.

And a private jet to get you there.

Presenting Jet Set Dining, a date night on steroids that consists of bubbly, lobsters, an airplane and an off-the-grid beach in the Keys, taking reservations now.

Let’s assume for a second that subtlety isn’t your middle name. And let’s also assume you have a night coming up on the calendar that requires a certain over-the-top-ness. That’s when you’ll reserve this, head to a nearby airfield and look for an empty Learjet. That’ll be yours for the evening.

So board the plane, listen to a brief tutorial on how your seat can double as a flotation device and pop some champagne. You’ve got about 40 minutes to kill before you reach your destination—we trust you can keep yourself busy.

Eventually, you’ll land in Key West and be whisked by limo to a ferry. Which will slowly whisk you to a restaurant on a private island. Which will look like the kind of nautical joint Hemingway would enjoy. Ancho-crusted skirt steak for you. Grilled lobster tail for your date.

And when dinner ends, back to your plane and back to Miami.

Suddenly, pizza-and-a-movie feels really inadequate.