The day after a long weekend always finds me discombobulated. Naturally in my discombobulated state I am in no way prepared to make a decision on lunch.
Tell me friends, what is an antonym for "discombobulate" (or is it even a word) and, of course, WFL?
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Discombobulate is indeed a word, and best pronounced by Mush Mouth from Fat Albert. Antonym? perhaps "Combobulate"? But i'd go with "Clarify" if i had to.
After a weekend of serious indulgences, its back to the healthy choice for lunch for me. Salad bar. Eatin' at my desk.
Recombobulate. I think you nailed it, Josephus. Congrats on the White Sox, sorry about the Yankees.
I have a story about the word “discombobulate.” It has to do with a deflated rubber ball and a discarded name tag that read “Marc.” That’s about as far as I care to go with that. You had to be there.
I had brown bag meatloaf yesterday, and could have had it again today, but I decided to leave it at home. So, I think I’m looking for an “anti-meatloaf” lunch. Any thoughts?
Hey, here’s a portion of an e-mail I got from the rep. I lunched with the other day. I thought it relevant to our continuing discourse:
“Good morning, (Dipso).
Thank YOU for a great lunch - wonderful company, atmosphere and food! I'm still full! That was such a great day. Thanks again.”
I’m a stallion at lunch.
Dipso, I think I want to hear more about your lunch date...
Salad is the anti-meatloaf.
I'm thinking of samething easy and bland today. Maybe a turkey & swiss on wheat toast. I did it up over the weekend (foodwise) and could use a break.
And watchdawg thanks for the backup on combobulate.
In the 5 minutes since my last post I'm feeling much more adventurous, maybe a bacon/turkey melt sandwich on sourdough.
Hello fellow lunchophiles! I am currently blogging from my kitchen, since I haven't yet been able to get my dog-tired ass to work. But boy-o-boy to have lots to tell you about.
As many of you are aware, I spent the glorious long weekend in beautiful Austin, TX. The weather couldn’t have been more ideal, and the eatin’ (and drinkin’) was good. I got into town on Friday, after the delicious surprise of PB&J’s in the Detroit airport. The fluffer nutter with banana on wheat hit the spot, though forced me to change my travelin’ drink from a bloody mary to vodka soda. That evening we hit up Iron Cactus (never made it to Manuel’s) and I had some tasty ahi tacos and the first of far too many margaritas.
Saturday found us wandering aimlessly through the streets of Austin, ducking in to bars to periodically check on the status of the TX/OU game. Lunch was a not very Austin-y spicy udon soup, but a good segue into when the real eating action of the weekend takes place: dinner. Met up with a friend who took us to a great place for puffy tacos and Micheladas (anyone ever have one of these bad boys? Beer, lime juice, worcestershire sauce and celery salt), though I could only suck one of those down before switching to prickly pear margs.
Now, I should talk a little more about Saturday. While visiting my favorite taxidermy/jewelry store, I happened upon this week’s Austin Chronicle, and featured on the cover were sausages. Glorious Sausages. I flip to read the article (linked here, for your reading pleasure: http://www.austinchronicle.com/issues/dispatch/2005-10-07/food_roundup2.html ), and come to find out that the Gods are traveling with me, and I am coincidentally in town for the First Annual Texas BBQ Festival (http://www.texasbarbecuefestival.com/ ). The Central TX BBQ Association decided to spotlight the history of encased meats in TX this year, with sausage alley. I couldn’t believe my luck.
When Sunday finally arrived, I woke early and eagerly put on my Hot Dougs t-shirt in preparation for what would surely be a day to remember. After some navigational difficulties, we made it out to the Austin Historic Farmer’s Market for the festival. Upon arrival, we noted several problems. First, the space was far too small for the crowd. Second, because they had underestimated the appeal of bbq, many vendors were running out of food! However, we weren’t willing to throw in the towel. We decided to start small, in Hot Sauce corridor, sampling some of Tejas’ finest pepper sauces. We moved on to traditional Texas rubbed beef bbq, sauce on the side, with raw onions and pickles, on a wheat roll, sides of potato salad and slaw (non mayo based slaw) and beans, which this girl skipped. After that, we moved on to sausage alley where we were served various sausages, wrapped in tortillas. Garlic, Spicy, Habanero, Tejano, Smoked. The Meyer’s Garlic was by far my favorite and most superior sausage. The day was beautiful (again, ideal weather) and after several Lone Stars we were full of Texas’ finest sausage. It had been a good day.
My friend was meeting some of her friends at Dogtoberfest at a bar back downtown, so we headed over there for an evening of puppies and beer (and baseball – that fucking Astros game was ridiculous, but it took our minds off of our penalty incurring Baltimore Ravens). We left Dogtoberfest and headed across the river to Gueros for very Austin-y tex mex. I had the most awesome veggie enchiladas with fresca sauce (made of sour cream and avocado) topped with a fried egg. We ended our day with flan all around, before heading across the street to listen to TX country and drink whiskey and beer.
I can’t recommend Austin enough. It’s one of the most fantastic eating and drinking towns I’ve ever had the pleasure to spend time in.
Ethics I am beyond jealous. The only thing keeping me from hating you outright is the knowledge that I have an Austin gift coming , and the fact that I will be in Austin in less than 30 days for a wedding...but primarily to eat.
Thanks for the report, every juicy delicious word.
Seconded. The motion is carried.
Your first item of business is to select the "orders of the week" so CSR can start putting up the weekly poll.
I am so humbled by your votes! I promise to live up to the standards of this blog and not let my fellow What'sForLunchers down!
Should we have the first vote on Friday?
I'll leave that up to you, since I will be traveling the rest of this week and will have limited kunch blogging capabilities. Chicago tomorrow-Thursday (baseball) and then San Francisco on Fri-weekend.
A good San Fran lunch spot would be appreciated...
Jo - do you want something in the city, or are you able to travel down the coast? If you can, get down to my old hood in Half Moon Bay and hit up the Half Moon Bay Brewery. You could also hit the Moss Beach Distillery, though I'm not sure they do lunch. Goind a little farther down the coast, Duarte's in Pescadero is great, but that's a little far from the city.
In the city, it depends on what you're looking for. Dim Sum in the Richmond neighborhood is always a good bet (not in fucking Chinatown). Oh, or you could take the Golden Gate or the Ferry over to Tiburon and eat at Sam's (if the weather is good).
Or, just go to In 'n Out; I think the South San Francisco one is closest.
spoilsport we have to meet up.
I went with a cheezborger from the lunch place in my building. Lays kettle bbq chips. lemon-lime gatorade.
Of course! The Frank(en)furter is the anti-Meatloaf!!
Great account, President Ethics. Did you get any comments on the h-dougs t-shirt?
I haven’t been to Austin since W was The GOV. I was very poor at the time and only ate breakfast (albeit at noon or later) while there in order to be able to afford many many buckets o’ Lone Star. Love the puzzles. I do recall it being quite a fun city, though. I think it was the weekend before Mardi Gras (unless they’re like this every weekend), because I recall a lot of bare-chested ladies on the main street. I’m not much for smut, but hey – boobs, you know? I remember thinking: “Huh, naked co-eds. Guess I’ll campout here for a while.” But my buddy Cheaney was all “Nah, let’s go back to the bar.” I thought he had a drinking problem or something…
That Cheaney sure sounds odd. Which is a synonym for strange or queer.
Didn't I meet Cheaney once? He sure seemed like a happy guy.
happy is a synonym for, well you get the point.
I didn't see any naked boobies in Austin. However, my (clothed) boobs bought us a couple rounds.
I made the crazy spur-of-the-moment decision to pop into breadline downstairs for a reuben. Glad I did. It's just the right kind of day for that sort of thing.
Good question about the Hot Dougs shirt - there's a funny story there... I didn't realize that my hair covers the entire back until after the bbq festival was over. So sadly, no one even saw how awesome it is. It's definitely going to have to be a ponytail t-shirt.
This has nothing to do with lunch, but at the Dogtoberfest thing, I bought a shirt that is an animal friendly takeoff on the "Keep Austin Weird" t-shirts some of you may be familiar with. It says "Keep Austin Neutered." I find this funny for some reason.
Well you made me use my merriam webster toolbar for this one!
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