A couple of weeks before they went home, we invited them for dinner. I asked them if there were anything they couldn't eat, expecting to get a list of meats.
To our surprise, they said anything was fine, even beef. We had a long chat into the night about what the Indians from the south thought of those from the north (the bureaucrat and government official class).
It was as good as a barbecue in the Carolinas sharing our thoughts about the DC ruling class.
Yow! And was there alcohol, too? Just to warm things up a bit...