Last year, on a trip to London, I was having dinner at The Old Cheshire Cheese, and I noticed a young couple, obviously American, with two adorable little boys, sitting in a booth nearby. The boys, though fairly young, were poring over the menu with the studied attention of veteran diners -- until they got to the dessert section and saw spotted dick. The first one to see it almost exploded with the impact of this discover -- "Dad, dad, did you see this?" The two tykes then dissolved into giggles that were only slightly calmed by the waitress explaining that it's a steamed pudding with currants (and a real delight, if you have the chance to try it). But the façade of adult behavior was gone, and while still well behaved, the two boys continued to elbow each other and giggle for some time. It was great fun, and made me rather glad for the "unfortunate name."