One evening, Joe and his wife have a friend over for dinner. When the meal is over, the friend sits back and says, “Wow, that dish was great. What was it?”
“It’s a Moroccan stew called harira,” Joe says. “We first heard about it at this wonderful restaurant.”
“Which restaurant?” the friend asks.
“Oh it’s…let’s see….it’s on the tip of my tongue…what’s that flower, the red one, with all the thorns?”
“Yeah, that’s it! Hey, Rose, what was the name of that restaurant?”