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sandmansisterBecause of the abysmal parking situation (read: there's none to be had) at my office, lunch dates outside the office should begin no later than 11:15am... unless you want to spend 20 frustrating minutes driving around in circles envying the folks who have SUVs and can park off-road in the grass, or hike a half mile in 102° heat (never mind the heat index) back from the parking garage.
The cafeteria downstairs is hit or miss at best. When I'm stuck here I eat a lot of grilled cheese sammiches... but the guy at the grill lately doesn't really grill them, it's more like warm bread spottily toasted with un-melty cheese in the middle.
Today, though, I hazarded a run downstairs as I have a 1pm meeting. French Dip sounded pretty good. But Mr. Surly Griller Man ought to remember that the "Dip" part of the name is important. It's not French Drown-a-Poor-Baguette-in-au-jus-Until-It's-Rendered-Soggy-and-Nigh-Inedible.
Bah.
The cafeteria downstairs is hit or miss at best. When I'm stuck here I eat a lot of grilled cheese sammiches... but the guy at the grill lately doesn't really grill them, it's more like warm bread spottily toasted with un-melty cheese in the middle.
Today, though, I hazarded a run downstairs as I have a 1pm meeting. French Dip sounded pretty good. But Mr. Surly Griller Man ought to remember that the "Dip" part of the name is important. It's not French Drown-a-Poor-Baguette-in-au-jus-Until-It's-Rendered-Soggy-and-Nigh-Inedible.
Bah.
