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16 servings of cheap pilsner last night? Attracted to a 6” seafood sandwich you saw being ordered and need someone to talk to? Feel like something pasta-y, but not exactly? This is what terrorizes our nation’s workers every day. It is ever-present, in the back of our minds--riding on the train, up the elevator, in that meeting. But these are simply facets of the one great question. The answer to which must be provided before we can ever grasp contentment. What’s for lunch?
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A co-worker brought me some leftovers today!!!! Meatballs! Life is good right now.
My name is Gilbert, Gilbert Grape.
Ok, so now I'm thinking that I might want chinese for lunch. Sweet and sour chicken (sauce on side) with shrimp fried rice/egg foo goo.
What do I do about Mrs. Carver's meatballs? Would it be offensive if I said "you know what, I'm going to take those meatballs home and eat them for DINNER!" Or would that be flattering? I mean, we're all lunch lovers here, but no one believes that our mid-day comrade, when push comes to shove, can compete with what has to be the world's preeminent meal. Right?
Is this heresy?
I just returned from an impromptu lunch with the boss at M&S Grille. Today's blue plate was meatloaf and mashed potatoes. It was the perfect compliment to my Sam's Summer.
I am now suffering from that only-one-drink malaise. Coupled with the fatigue brought on my the consumption of all that comfort food, I expect to be asleep at my desk by 2:30.
Take the meatballs home for dinner. You'll enjoy them much more, then. I think that it's an even greater compliment to take the food home and have it for dinner, than to just eat it at work, because you can.
I had a "gourmet" burger at a place here in Chicago. Color me unimpressed.
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