Last Saturday nite I went to see the Barbiere Di Siviglia at the Met. During intermission I was in dire need of a pick-me-up. So, while waiting on line for my much needed shot of expresso (incidentally, it was not very good and cost $4.50) I found this very funny anecdote about Gioachini Rossini.
From the Metropolitan Opera's Playbill:
One day in the late 1850's when Gioachini Rossini --who by then was a Parisian social lion, wit, and gourmet -- was out marketing, he rebuked a shopkeeper for trying to sell him Genoese pasta when he had asked for Neapolitan. Later, when the crestfallen merchant discovered who his customer had been, he said: "Rossini? I don't know him, but if he knows his music as well as he knows his macaroni, he must write some beautiful stuff."
Rossini afterwards remarked that this was one of the greatest compliments he ever received, and there is no reason to doubt that he meant it.