Trivia! Sunday morning trivia at Sophie’s! What a happy surprise! All the patrons are invited to participate by shouting answers from their tables. The prize for each correct answer is either a bottle of hot sauce or a sundae. We won, obviously, and chose the sundae. Here’s the question that propelled us to victory: In Shakespearean times, which bodily organ was associated with love? Here’s the answer that won us a free sundae: The liver.
I say we, but it was really my friend who shouted it out for the win. I was thinking liver as soon as the question was asked, but I hesitated because I wasn’t one hundred percent confident and I embarrass too easily to risk a loud, incorrect shout. Still, I like to think we were of one bright mind and won as a team.
My friend got the Lumberjack Breakfast, which I thought was very manly of him. Three kinds of meat — sausage, bacon and ham — over eggs and pancakes. The pancakes were fluffy and delicious, but they were also enormous and dwarfed the meat, which made the whole breakfast seem much less heroic.
I had waffles with berries and whipped cream, and a grapefruit juice. Everything was very good. But, as always happens with a waffle or french toast choice, I got tired of the singular note of sweetness on my plate and looked around at other people’s salty home fries with longing and sadness. It’s my own fault, I know. My own wrong decision. But it was exacerbated in this situation because I had to follow up the waffles with half a sundae. That’s a lot of sugar. I ended up having to splash hot sauce on my last waffle just to get a kick of salt. And I was still so sugared up afterward, I had to buy a cheese stick on my way home.
But these are trifling complaints. What’s important is that there was an unexpected trivia contest and that we won. That’s a happy Sunday, my friends.