Despite the poignant memory, this is certainly one of the best environments and occasions to discuss terrible items. The situation might be the worst, but sometimes good food, and good company can help making things at least somewhat bearable for all parties involved.
I edited my earlier post to confirm that he had excellent taste (for food, wine, clothing - he was always elegant and dapper - stereo equipment, music, and so on) but he was also very much in tune with his instincts (which were almost always right, as I came to learn).
So, that day, I attempted to lightly dismiss his concerns, and - to be honest - never really believed that the tests would show what they did. But, deep down, he knew, or certainly strongly suspected - he wouldn't have confided as much otherwise.
Nevertheless, that year - the year before he passed away - we attended quite a number of mostly classical concerts (bonding over a shared love of music among other things), invariably followed by a most palatable repast in an excellent Italian restaurant (which always included bruschetta) - washed down with a bottle of good Italian wine.
I must say that he was partial to Italian cuisine (he loved pizza as well), and seriously good Italian wines.