Help me my minions. I can't for the life of me remember the name of this movie, and it's driving me crazy.

A woman goes to Paris and meets a very suave French restaurateur, with a sort of Ronald Colemanish voice (but not Ronald Coleman). Naturellement, they fall in love. By some horrible twist of fate, she has to leave Paris before they can meet up again--maybe he's late for a date? I don't remember, but he was just about to profess his undying love. So she's gone, and he doesn't know how to track her down. I think he has only her first name, or something. Anyway, so Mr. French restauranteur takes his chef, Cesar, to New York! to open a new restaurant, one that will be so fantastique that, eventually, everyone who lives in New York will come through, and he will see his love again. Needless to say, the plan works: she comes in with her parents, he spots her across the crowded dining room, the music swells, and the credits roll. Presumably, once married, our heroine lives happily ever after because she doesn't have to do the cooking.

Does anyone recognize it? It's a present for one of my boyfriends, who owns a restaurant and is an absolute sucker for old-fashioned romantic shit.