"I am your maître d', I brought you out of the foyer..."

Last night I dreamt I was joining friends at a restaurant that was offering both Easter and Passover dinner specials. I came late and two of them had independently ordered the passover special, which was a multicourse affair. The waitress kept offering them the maror and charoset course but they were still struggling with the gigantic portions of karpas. It seemed to include rhubarb and some large dark red block of something that they were slicing bits off of.

In any case, it occurred to me that they were essentially dishes of crudités and would make a terrific appetiser, but I could see no point to ordering my own when there was still so much on the table already. Instead, I decided to order a dish to barter with. I asked the nearer of the two what he'd like to be eating and he said, "Potatoes!" so I asked the server for two baked potatoes with the intention of swapping one of them for veggies. I said I'd hold off on ordering a proper entree because I wanted to make sure I had room for dessert.