open: don't let the wine go to your brains

[untamedantinous]

It shouldn’t be this hard to prepare for a meeting. He’s done it countless times before. However, this time, it somehow is difficult. He’s never really had to set things up at times like this; and he knows as well as anyone else that he is not the best at social niceties. Granted, this meeting is in a much more well-appointed cafe than any he had ever been accustomed to holding space in in Paris. At least they have the benefit of a larger space. Consequently, Enjolras has spent much of the day of the eighth of Menestheus preparing, a little uncertain of how to plan a social gathering that is not immediately centered around planning a revolution. He is trying his best, at least.

Most of the tables and chairs have been pushed a bit more to the center of the room; the couch is arranged off to the opposite side. There are even various pillows scattered about, should anyone choose to sit on the floor. Arranged on a few of the larger tables and the counter there is a modest spread of food: of course, some of Laertes and Galahad’s pastries; but Enjolras has also procured what amounts to a few charcuterie platters: sliced sausages and meats, a selection of (mostly French) cheese, and various sliced loaves of bread and crackers are laid out for perusal, and spreads to go along with them. In an effort to provide multiple options of entertainment, Grantaire has set up a table somewhat near the food, with an assortment of wines and liqueurs. Off to one side, there are a few pots of brewed coffee, cream, sugar, and whatever else anyone might like to add to their beverage of choice. If anyone is drawn to the liquor cabinet, they will find three cups filled with various pieces of paper sitting atop it.

Enjolras himself is lingering on the couch with a glass of wine and some bread. He’s not sure how many people were even informed about this gathering, though he had done his best to advertise. If no one arrives then perhaps he will try again another time; but at least a few in attendance other than himself and Grantaire would certainly be welcome.

Comments

[peaklordshen]

"He claims falafel is the superior food, when it couldn't be more obviously noodles."

[futaille]

"I see. Clearly the debate has come to no resolution yet."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan grins. "He's gathering more information by eating more types of noodles. Which really proves my point, because there's only the one type of falafel, and a food you can experience the entire breadth of in one sitting just doesn't compare to one you need probably days for."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Possibly. Although I would be tempted to throw bread into the competition."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan makes a face. "Bread? That seems way too broad to be in the same contest. What kind of bread?"

[futaille]

He grins, amused. "What kind of noodle?"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan rolls his eyes. "Sure, fine. But noodles at least are a dish. Bread's an ingredient."

[futaille]

"Do you frequently eat noodles with no sauce or broth or anything?"

[peaklordshen]

"Sauce and broth are how the noodle is prepared," counters Shen Yuan. "Bread is already prepared. You have to do more things to it in order for it to be good, but not for it to be food."

[futaille]

"Just because nobody wants to just boil noodles in water and have them plain doesn't make it impossible. Not good, but food."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan shakes his head, but he's grinning, getting into it, now. "Fine. If we say plain, boiled in water noodles vs plain, untoasted bread, that's its own comparison. But you can't compare either of those to falafel, because falafel is a finished and complex dish. Thus, the noodles we've been arguing about are noodles as a category of dish, not an ingredient, and bread cannot compete."

[futaille]

"Oh, if that's the case, then bread is also a category of dish inclusive of bread with things on top of it. Like a pissaladière."

[peaklordshen]

"A piss--do you mean pizza?"

[futaille]

"What? No. It's named after pissalat, which is an anchovy paste. It's a bread with anchovies, onions, and olives."

[peaklordshen]

That basically sounds like pizza but worse to Shen Yuan. "If it has another name other than bread, it's not bread anymore," he challenges.

[futaille]

"Oh, are you implying that exacting standard to noodles as well, then? Because I for one cannot think of a noodle that doesn't have a name other than 'noodle'."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan rolls his eyes. "Skill issue," he says. "Noodles,¹ noodles,² noodles,³ noodles⁴—" He frowns. "Wait, shit, the translator."

¹ Yóu miàn.
² Liáng miàn.
³ Lāo miàn.
⁴ Cū miàn.

[futaille]

He laughs. "I get the idea. France borders Italy, I could add several more. Which is exactly my point. Different noodles have different names just like different breads. So if you logically extend your restriction, you are at a disadvantage as well."

[peaklordshen]

"Well, wait," says Shen Yuan, pivoting because Grantaire actually does have a point. "Okay. So if bread and noodles are the same, then falafel should be discounted, because it only has one name."

[futaille]

"I am not enough of an expert in falafel to say with any certainty, but it does seem as if it's a strangely dissimilar matchup. Comparing cabbages and carrots."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan wrinkles his nose. "No, no, comparing cabbages and carrots is reasonable. They're both vegetables."

[futaille]

He blinks. "Oh! Oh, no, it's just a phrase¹. Of course you can actually compare vegetables, but I was being figurative."

¹Did I look up French equivalents to comparing apples and oranges? Yes. Yes I did.

[peaklordshen]

"Oh, like the English expression apples to oranges," says Shen Yuan. "Sure, I'm familiar. I don't think there's really an equivalent in Chinese."¹ He twirls the end of his brain around one finger idly. "Bread and noodles, then."

¹ If there is, this typist can't find it!

[futaille]

"Bread and noodles. Although maybe you could compare falafel with your favorite noodles."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan's favorite noodles are obviously the ones Binghe made on their first date, but comparing any food with Binghe-crafted food really is cheating, and anyway Galahad probably wouldn't eat those noodles without this argument becoming distinctly less fun. Shen Yuan's second favorite noodles are the ones from the takeout place by his meimei's apartment with spicy pork and green onion, and his third favorite noodles are cup noodles with a perfectly softboiled egg. Of those three, the last ones are really the only replicable ones, because they're the least context-specific. But eliminating two vastly superior kinds of noodle just because they're context-specific is deeply dissatisfying to him. "Hm. We should figure out a way to determine the scientifically best kind of noodle, and then compare that with falafel."