The best way to tell if you’re compatible with someone? See how much butter they spread on their bread and how often they order dessert
Some people think the worst words in the language are “rail replacement bus service”. But not me. I think the worst words in the language are, “I’m not having a starter.” When my friend A asked for more butter in the restaurant where we had supper together the other night – the butter we’d already been given to spread on our sourdough had not yet, you understand, entirely disappeared, but as she informed our waiter, she wanted to be certain that more would be immediately forthcoming – I remembered all over again why we are such pals. She likes to eat. I like to eat. When we’re on the town, there will never come a time when she has to wait it out while I scoff, say, a small mountain of crisp, lightly battered squid. More to the point, I will never have to lie and insist that, no, no, honestly, I didn’t really want the crisp, lightly battered squid in the first place.
To me, the way A eats speaks loudly of the rest of her: she is, in other words, generous, straightforward, easy in her own body, sensual, capable of just the right kind of extravagance. Also, witty (the waiter laughed out loud). But then, I’ve long read people by their habits at the table.
Surely a man cannot love life if he does not also love cherry clafoutis and Epoisses de Bourgogne?
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