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So I pulled out the TableTopics box and started browsing the cards for inspiration. If this goes well I will start making a habit of it.
Tonight's winner is: "What was your most memorable meal ever?"
That's easy, but it is also a great memory.
It was a dinner hosted in Florence by my study abroad professor. (A totally awesome Finnish architect who brought us my favorite quote ever. "You're either having coffee or you're having sex.") It was one of those beautiful epic meals that only the Italians can bring you. Six hours of delectable seafood, excellent wine and rich conversation. The entire architecture program came, so there were 13 of us at this long table in a small restaurant at the end of a tiny street. No one was allowed to order for themselves, because we never would have ordered a dish involving halved baby octopi. (yes I tried it no I didn't like it.) I have little memory of what we ate and what exactly was said, but I know the conversation was eclectic and unexpected. Architecture and politics and sex and love and art and war. The wine and the hours melted into a happy glow that I get to keep.
I will always remember stumbling across the cobblestones under the Duomo as we laughed our way home.
Tonight's winner is: "What was your most memorable meal ever?"
That's easy, but it is also a great memory.
It was a dinner hosted in Florence by my study abroad professor. (A totally awesome Finnish architect who brought us my favorite quote ever. "You're either having coffee or you're having sex.") It was one of those beautiful epic meals that only the Italians can bring you. Six hours of delectable seafood, excellent wine and rich conversation. The entire architecture program came, so there were 13 of us at this long table in a small restaurant at the end of a tiny street. No one was allowed to order for themselves, because we never would have ordered a dish involving halved baby octopi. (yes I tried it no I didn't like it.) I have little memory of what we ate and what exactly was said, but I know the conversation was eclectic and unexpected. Architecture and politics and sex and love and art and war. The wine and the hours melted into a happy glow that I get to keep.
I will always remember stumbling across the cobblestones under the Duomo as we laughed our way home.
