Failure to lunch

Rhett,

I can’t believe it’s May already. Looks like we’ve missed an entire month of lunches. So much mediocrity unremarked upon… so many sorrowful binges without even a silent witness. It’s making me feel as if an unexamined lunch is not worth eating.

Now that I’ve got a vehicle of my own, I feel less tethered to my desk. I went thrifting yesterday just to get out of the office. It reminded me of the handful of times you joined me in scouring the second hand stores for whatever junk caught my fancy. There wasn’t much yesterday.

I realized that I’d wasted most of my lunch hour without actually eating anything, so I walked across the parking lot from the Salvation Army and got a Turkey Ranch and Swiss sub from Quiznos. I half recall us going to a downtown food court location years ago when you were on the way out at Zoom. I’ve never been a huge fan of toasted subs, but for a snowy Spring afternoon it seemed like just the thing. I ate it in a hurry so I could make a 1 o’clock meeting.

Best,
Brendan

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New York Lies

Hey Rhett,

Even though I brought some leftover Deep Dish Pizza for lunch, I ended up going to the Sunridge food court just to get out of the office. It seems too early in the week to be having a day like this, but there’s not much to be done about it. It made me wonder if it was possible to be seasonally depressed in the springtime. If so, what does that say about me? I prefer it when the landscape is grey and barren? If spring can’t cheer me up, what can?

Hint: it’s not shitty fast food. I opted for The Works from New York Fries. I don’t know if you’ve ever made it out to the east coast, but if you order fries with the works in Prince Edward Island, it actually means something. Don’t be fooled by the definitive article — The Works at New York Fries is pretty gross. Wilted vegetables and a sour cream to chili ratio that definitely favoured the former.

One thing that really bothered me about the meal was the placemat exhorting me to become their friend on Facebook or follow them on Twitter. I know you’re more of a social media guy than I am, but I couldn’t conceive of what possible reason I would have for friending a fry shop. It seems like social networks are going the way of the postal service — once a powerful network connecting disparate communities, increasingly used as a coupon delivery device. Kind of depressing.

Hope you’re having a happier day than I am,
Brendan

The real ragu

Hey Rhett,

It’s too cold in the offices here to really get my juices flowing. It’s not like when we worked at Marketwire. The aroma of earnings periods and browser-based MMOGs still burns my nostrils. You called it your geek stink. But I digress.

I made a pasta dish with a ragu of tiny meatballs last night and had tons leftover for today. It was really good. I’m glad I brought a lunch instead of going for shawarmas with Jackson and Chris. I’ve been trying to wrap-up a big project that I’ve been working on for a few weeks now and it was really helpful to just work between bites. I feel like a different person than I was in my Tribal Wars days. I wonder what happened to me.

Not terribly concerned,
Brendan

The Sweats

Brendan,

I know the metaphorical axe swinging gives you the sweats like nothing else. I’m really glad I don’t actually work with you (in person) anymore.

I went to the Iron Wood Grill in Inglewood today. I think, prior to being in Texas, that I would’ve thought that’s what Texas was like. Now that I’ve been, I can say it doesn’t match up. I mean, the look is pretty close, but the taste is so far off. They used to have good food. These days it’s in disarray.

I went to Iron Works in Austin. That was real Texas BBQ. One small spoon of beans and potato salad and five fistfuls of smoked and BBQ’d meat. There are plaques all over the walls from past presidents (and the current one) and other congress people. Willie Nelson and others. It’s famous BBQ.

It’s hard to deal with the fact that yesterday I had no responsibilities other than drink beer, listen to music and enjoy life and now I have to be at work, be competent (at least) and meet deadlines. Frankly, I’m getting the sweats too.

Rhett

Que pasa dilla?

Rhett,

While you’ve been binge-drinking in Texas, I’ve been working with my nose to the grindstone. Ever since the axe came down a couple weeks back, things have gotten kind of hectic around the office. You don’t need me to tell you that it’s had a detrimental effect on my correspondence.

At any rate, I like the sound of the that taco shack you mention. Hell, I like the sound of Austin period. I’d like to go someday. This may explain my craving for Tex-Mex cuisine. While I imagine your Mexican breakfast was a lot more authentic than the quesadilla I got from the cafeteria today, mine came with some kind of corn salsa in it which elevated it from mediocre to adequate. This is as close as a rave review as Bytes is ever likely to get.

Speaking of which, there’s a new girl working there in the kitchen who talks to me more than I’d prefer. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about my order, I just want to order. Does that make me a prick? I don’t think so.

Straight-forwardly,
Brendan

The Magic Burrito

Brendan,

I’m in Austin. I’m hungover. There’s so much free alcohol here. How am I supposed to say no?

I went to the Taco Shack today for a burrito. I don’t want you to think I’m experimenting with new and dangerous foods. I looked for the most bland options that were safe and stomach-friendly and bought that—and it was awesome. Bacon, eggs, potatoes and cheese jammed into a tortilla. A meal, that would take me 20 minutes to eat if it was on a plate, but in a burrito I can put that sucker down in 5 minutes. And all for $4. Plus, it really went a long way to cure my hangover and push out last nights evil.

Rhett

Busy

Brendan,

I’m really busy. Plus, I have been eating the turkey, pickles and mayo sandwich again. So I’m depressed. I mean, really depressed. But I’m also excited because I’m leaving for SXSW on Friday. Of course, this is all very confusing for me emotionally, but I will do my best as I savour the best BBQ in the States.

I hope we get a cold snap while I’m away,
Rhett