Pomegranate Nirvana

      "Is there a problem, sir?" the serene voice asked politely, interrupting his flow of thought. Annoyed, he turned his attention from the confused waiter towards the old man who had just approached his table. His tense shoulders sagged and he raised his arms apologetically.     "I'm sorry. It has been a long day. I should not have been rude with your staff." The young man said.      "British?"     The for...