Dear Clinkerdagger (again) Just like a no-good, yet oh-so familiar ex-boyfriend, I returned to you for one last night in a moment of weakness. I know, I know - in my last review I said I was moving on, don't call me, we're through. I think I even went so far as to sum you up as clink, clank, CLUNK. Can you ever forgive me? After returning to the scene of the crime, it's quite possible my last review was a tad bit harsh. Maybe an old dog doesn't need new tricks. A fter all this time, you still got it going on and yes, you left me more than satisfied. So you had a few off nights. It could happen to anyone. Who was I too sum up our whole relationship based on a couple slips from greatness. Besides you can truly say you knew me when... Here is a checklist of your smooth moves: *Greeted by a cozy fireplace to set the mood. Check *Low lights, tucked away in a corner tables. Check *Attentive service without hovering. Check *Unmatched view of the Falls and