"Well, I dare you to try it." These were the words from my waiter friend at the Fitz. We'd had an innocent conversation about brioche, but things had turned nasty. I was being asked to put my tastebuds where my mouth is, to coin a phrase.
I took the dare.
"You'll like it!" This, after my first mention of my dislike. "What have you got against brioche?" Nothing, except that as a sweet bread it's not suited to full-on savoury dishes. "I dare you to try it."