I feel sorry for people called Benedict because, when someone offers them eggs – followed by their moniker – they may not know if they’re being offered the specific dish or a more generic yolk/albumen-based delicacy.
One way to avoid confusion would be to repeat the word Benedict – if the person is offering the specific dish.
This is part of my compassion therapy.
It’s as far as I can take compassion for now.
It’s a start isn’t it?
Only I don’t actually know anyone called Benedict.
Except Benedict Cumberbatch – whose full name has a smaller than expected six syllables!
And I’ve never actually eaten Eggs Benedict.