He would have liked to attend that seminar. It was relevant to his own specialization of mutant anatomy and it sounded interesting. Why did they have to hold these things on Saturday mornings? Friday nights were okay, since attending a lecture was hardly work by the Torah's restrictions.
"That sounds good," Adam agreed. "I don't know. I usually get the fish and chips. I've heard their clam chowder is good, but couldn't tell you for sure." Yeah, eating out could be a trial at times.
Ben's question got a chuckle. "No," he admitted. "Rabbi Kohen apparently is still holding a torch for my grandmother. He catches me after the service every Saturday if I can't escape early. Although he saved me from Mrs. Liberstein trying to make me dry diagnose a growth on her neck." Story of his life since medical school. Jewish stinginess coupled with dislike of Gentile doctors meant he ended up being asked to diagnose things with no background information and high expectations. He'd take to carrying a list of local specialists to send them to.
"Instead, I got to listen to him expound on my grandmother's virtues, even though he hasn't seen the woman in at least ten years. Which was the last seminary reunion my grandfather attended before he died. He asked me if she was planning on visiting any time soon." He wasn't certain if XMU was ready for Bubbeh Himmelfarb. "I'm lucky I got away as fast as I did."
He picked up the menu and opened it. "What about you? How was your lecture?"