If you could have my lunch with anyone, dead or alive, real or fictional, who would you choose? And where would you take them to eat?
Oscar Wilde, obviously. The man knew how to carry a conversation. I would have said Dorothy Parker, but I think she might be mean to me. I would invite Oscar to come to my house and watch a movie in the basement screening room and we would order the jumbo-sized pesto pizza from Oasis Cafe on Hawthorne and have it delivered. I would also serve "bachelor salads" (handfuls of arugula taken directly from the bag in the fridge). The real question is, what would we watch? I have to give that some thought.