Bread pudding, Tom Stoppard
As I sipped my port and he his Manhattan, and we shared an order of the sour cherry bread pudding (by now bay area folks will know exactly which restaurant I mean) -- and let me pause here to say he'd never had their bread pudding before! -- I noted that their bread pudding was the best bread pudding I've had on this continent. I said this because I knew that he'd spent enough time in London to be able to make a similar claim.
He paused to say how wonderful it was that I love bread pudding; that so many of his friends think it's just perfectly vile when he orders bread pudding in a restaurant.
We've had lots of little moments like that, and I noted how delighted I was when I didn't have to explain what a concert band was (when listing the things I do outside of work, the night we re-met). He said it was similarly wonderful that I had known who Tom Stoppard was.
I had to stop him at this, because, really, everyone has heard of Tom Stoppard. Toddlers in English-speaking countries wobble around reciting lines from his works, after all. My own nephew had Arcadia memorized by the time he was 22 months of age.
I'm quite fond of this guy but his flair for hyperbole can be a bit much at times.
He paused to say how wonderful it was that I love bread pudding; that so many of his friends think it's just perfectly vile when he orders bread pudding in a restaurant.
We've had lots of little moments like that, and I noted how delighted I was when I didn't have to explain what a concert band was (when listing the things I do outside of work, the night we re-met). He said it was similarly wonderful that I had known who Tom Stoppard was.
I had to stop him at this, because, really, everyone has heard of Tom Stoppard. Toddlers in English-speaking countries wobble around reciting lines from his works, after all. My own nephew had Arcadia memorized by the time he was 22 months of age.
I'm quite fond of this guy but his flair for hyperbole can be a bit much at times.