How We Decided Where to Eat Lunch

Yesterday, Cedric and I ran into each other at a corporate coffee spot on Battleground near our respective workplaces.

Such an omen on a Tuesday surely signified that we were meant to have lunch together. Here's our run down of the options. Cause that's what we do when a decision needs to be made and we don't have time for a proper bone consultation ceremony.

Sushi Republic: if Patrick is slingin' and if we feel like we can cram lunch into 35 minutes (b/c of driving time and Tate Street parking bullshit)

Saffron (for the lunch buffet): possibility of encountering participants from the hipster olympics eating samosas, smoking,and crocheting owl-shaped change purses. Hipsters love Indian food. (might be expensive- we may need to dip into our trust funds!)

Pita Delite: because they will say "HELLO LADIEEEEES" to us

Mickey D's: to celebrate JT's concert on HBO ("i'm lovin it") and to soak up the AWESOME service (the one at Friendly's, not the one at Cone and Battleground)

Earth Fare: if we need to poo, lots of high fiber options here

Jimmy Johns: in case we're in the mood for mayonnaise

Biscuitville: because if we can catch them before 2:00, why the hell not??!

Lucky 32: to revel in the Herb Ritts-like photography that has (Nancy) graced its walls since the early 90s!

FYI, we ended up at Q'Doba. I rated my 1984-like lunch of government commodities (beans, cheese, rice) wrapped in a tortilla an Orwellian 2 out of 37 stars. Counting down till Chipotle opens!