Eating Titanic’s Last Meal

Have you ever wondered how a ragged-tooth shark sleeps? I hadn’t, until I’d seen them in the late hours of the evening while eating dinner at the end of the Titanic Exhibit tour. After a night spent examining artifacts and listening to stories of Titanic’s final hours, we ate their final meal while watching the sharks in a moodily dark aquarium, listening to musicians play from a level below– ghosts in an underwater world.

The sharks were the best part of the evening; they would swim normally and then suddenly just stop swimming, floating along perfectly still with their fins out like the plastic floats that sit on top of the water. I found this highly amusing, watching them with my punch romaine and lamb with very little mint sauce, thinking of the stories I’d heard and the questions they’d raised.

Speaking of questions: Why had no one heeded the numerous ice warnings? Or even more confusingly, what did people do when 7 million pieces of mail failed to be delivered? Were any of the passengers cruising for the fun of it as we do now, or was Titanic simply an older version of the jetliner, broken into classes most people consider exorbitant? In what class would I have been?

At the exhibit, Mr. Omar was a Chinese fireman-sailor who survived by hiding away at the bottom of a collapsible lifeboat. I was traveling to America to join an order of nuns and died, a Miss Hanora Hegarty of ticket 365226.

I wonder if she liked sharks.

LINK: NY Times Cooking: Classic Punch Romaine