Ah, England -- where the weather is damp but the wit always dry.
Tonight as I was going through the dinner buffet I came upon a large bowl of spinach-like greenery that had no apparent connection to the main course. One of the hotel's permanent residents was near me, so I asked "What is this?"
He looked at me for just an instant before making his decree with a very British accent:
(Another resident explained it was watercress, much disliked by my culinary guide but generally prized by the British.)