I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I don’t care much for working. You’re required to be at a place, regardless of whether there’s shit to do or not, so I’ve become even MORE dependant on active-timewasting and internet browsing.

Lunch is also problematic. We don’t really have anywhere to eat lunch, so we always go out. It gets very expensive, but I always ate out when I stayed home all day. What bothers me more is that “workplace lunch” is expensive and shitty at the same time.

Cosi is an abortion… $9 for a cold sandwich full of dogfood chunks on salty pizza crust. Chipotle serves, as Julie Klausner just identified, “diapers full of beans.” (That’s the food before you eat it and the end result of eating it.) And then there are “delis,” that NY institution, that my coworkers and I always default to. There’s like 10 million of these identically stocked mega-delis crammed with workers jostling around getting ass-salads and wraps. Give them glowsticks and UFO pants (or diapers full of beans) and you’ve got a rave.

I’ve become oddly enamored of Boston Market, despite the one on 23rd St stinking of homelessness and vomit spray, but mostly because it reminds me of better Rotisserie I’ve had other places. They also don’t offer a half-chicken that’s all white meat. And their potatoes taste like sawdust. Maybe I should seek out a better Argentinian rotissery to feel this need rather than eating this AIDS-food.

I also eat at Rickshaw Dumpling Bar twice a week. It’s like mall-Chinese food.

It turns out our office isn’t moving to Tribeca until mid-July now, so I have more time to explore and be unsatisfied by my local dining options.

Suggestions are welcome. I will enjoy complaining about YOUR favorite restaurant in the future.

This entry was posted on Friday, May 20th, 2005 at 12:48 pm and is filed under Progress.