Leslie John

But yet, the...

The waiter, you know, the waiter, of course, asks, how's it doing?

And Mr. Bean does this, like, his smiley, oh, yes, everything is great.

And then the waiter leaves, and then what Mr. Bean proceeds to do is grab little dollops of the steak, of the raw meat, and put it wherever he can to get rid of it.

Because you have to follow through with the lie, right?

You have to show progress on eating it.

So, yeah, so he like puts a little bit in the fuzz and then he leans back and he puts a little bit in the woman's purse behind him.

He hollows out a dinner roll and shoves it in.

And then he even takes a dollop, sticks it directly on the table and sticks the plate to it like cement.

So good.

Yeah.

So I was a baby academic and I was invited out to give a talk at Berkeley.

So totally swoon worthy place.

And two superstar scholars invited me out.

They're married and they invited me out to their house for dinner after the day.

And so here I am, this googly eyed,

junior academic walking through the Berkeley Hills, walking to their house.

I get there and they open the door and they say, oh, we are so excited you're here.

We went to the market today and we're making steak tartare.

It's our favorite.