Papanash wars

You may have noticed my emphasis on matters food and drink whilst sunning myself in Romania.
This is because the meal - usually at a completely different time to when we would consider it right to eat - is an integral part of political, cultural and business life. I'm sure this is a hang over from the not-so-distant past, when simply getting enough to eat was everyone's main occupation, and being able to order up food was a Party given right.
For example, today I had nothing at lunchtime, but I did have a plate of spaghetti bolognese at about 4pm, then had what was officially lunch at about 8:30pm. I'll probably skip dinner....
One of Romania's gifts to world cooking is Papanash(sweet fried Romanian cheese balls with sour cream & fruit eg black currants) which I enjoy when it's offered. Tonight it was on the menu in the restaurant across from the flat, and I duly ordered it - as did everyone else in the place.
Now it so happened we had with us the lady who manages the "Rustic" better known here as "Roostick" who is inordinately proud of the size of her papanash. They are praised the length and breadth of Sighisoara. People even on the day they get their pensions come specifically to the Rustic for a plate of Papanash. She makes them with extra cheese, which, for me, makes them a little heavy.
Anyway,as we were munching through our cheeseyballs ( light as a feather because they are made with less cheese and more flour) in walks one of the old men who normally eats the Rustic papanash. He doesn't have much money but he does like his papanash, and duly ordered a plateful.
Well if you had called the lady every bad word you can imagine she could not have reacted with more vigour. She marched across to the man and asked him why he was eating papanash not at the Rustic.
" Well, these ones here are a little lighter, and they are better at night than your ones, which are too heavy at night..."
He never got any further. The lady in question promptly burst into tears and fled from the scene. It rather put a dampener on the evening, but we all managed to eat our deserts.
We finished her's too.