It is a cardinal sin to talk about your restaurants in the greenroom. The idea being, of course, that all restaurant discussion and reactions there of should remain fresh and relatively spontaneous.
It was hardest for me to abide by this rule last week because Suppenküche is seriously one of my favoritest restaurants in the city and it was nearly impossible for me to keep quiet. I kept shoving cheese, bread, and fruit (greenroom catering courtesy of Whole Foods) in my mouth to keep from yelling, "Did you have the Cheese Späztle with onion butter? It's TOTALLY German mac and cheese!" or "How about the green salad that has a garlicky dressing that's to die for?" or "My husband craves the pickled herring, which, yes, does seem like a creepy thing to crave but did any of you order it?" or "Two words: Jäger. Schntizel."
So, when you can't talk about the giant elephant steak in the room, you tend to talk about everything else.
With Jeffrey, I talked about cats, beer, and the difference between a pentagram and a pentacle.
In the first case, he told me this heartbreakingly bittersweet story about how his cat died that I can't bear to repeat because I will just start bawling and I don't think tears and snot are especially good for my keyboard.