When the attendant served oatmeal drenched in honey, Arthur finally found a dish he liked.
However, just as he took a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, he noticed the Tsar at the other end of the table frowning.
Tsar Nicholas I saw Arthur looking at him, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed: "I thought Englishmen didn't drink oatmeal. My childhood nanny was a Scottish girl, and I remember she once complained to me that Englishmen often made fun of Scots for eating oats."
