By chance, one afternoon, one of those saffron robed renunciants with a bald head wandered into the teahouse where Sisman Tuccar was seated at his table with a cup of tea in one hand and a baklava in the other.
Sisman politely invited him to join for some refreshments, to which the man replied sternly, “I never eat after twelve o’clock.”
Replied Sisman, “I know exactly what you mean. I like to take an early lunch myself. If you leave it too late, all the best dishes are usually gone.”