Let's just say, hypothetically now, that you were considering having an extramarital affair. That's when most men and women start thinking about romantic restaurants because any secluded rendezvous spot — even a trashy all-you-can-eat buffet — is suddenly infused with a heightened sense of erotic drama. You see, a romantic restaurant doesn't have to be a place where you feel uninhibited enough to get all lovey-dovey with that person (spouse, date, co-worker, sleazy saloon pickup), but it sure helps. That's why the twilit Ophelia's — unfortunately named after Hamlet's doomed love interest, but don't let that little detail get in the way — fits a lot of important erotic criteria. It's off the beaten path (unless you live in Independence). It has an excellent wine list — very important for eliminating tension and guilt — and a menu created by sensualist chef Marshall Roth, who can easily expound on the aphrodisiac qualities of rice crispy shrimp (all that snap, crackle and pop!). The bowl of sexy seafood cioppino in a lemon-saffron broth is guaranteed to loosen up even the most uptight potential conquests, and the supple rose-petal flan is so creamy and satisfying that the idea of post-dinner sex might be an anticlimax.