Adventures in Lunch
I have Fridays off from work so I like to take a book (I’ve been addicted to Gena Showalter recently) and go have lunch at a slightly above fast food restaurant. There are several places to choose from in my neighborhood, but I tend to frequent the same two more than the others. Even though they already have names, I’ve given each a clever nickname. There’s Coffee Shop (which is very much like Starbucks, but the food is way better) and Pseudo Mexican Place. (See, I’m exceedingly clever.)
At Pseudo Mexican I order the Naked Burrito and flirt shamelessly with the people behind the counter (both male and female) in order to get more guacamole than they’re supposed to give me. A few weeks ago one of the cooks said I had the prettiest smile and it brightened up his whole day. It was very nice of him, but there was something about it that was a little too nice and I should have realized then not to flirt with him so much.
Then last week I go in and the same cook decides he has to switch out the vat of rice, even though it was more than half full. This put him right in front of me at the counter.
Being the uncontrolled flirt I am, I said, “Is that for me?” He affirmed that it was, so I said “You saw me coming,” my implication being that I’m such a pig I’ll eat a whole vat of rice on my own.
He responded with, “I smelled you coming.”
Like I said, I’ve been reading Gena Showalter books and she often has her romantic hero able to smell the unique and tantalizing scent of the heroine. It’s supposed to be sexy, but let me tell you, having a man behind a counter say he can smell you is not so sexy. Especially if, since you weren’t working that day, you hadn’t showered and your hair’s a bit grungy.
I decided the flirting had gone far enough and would go no further. So, I sniffed the collar of my shirt and said, rather meekly, “Oh dear.” The time honored ‘mistaking a come-on for an insult’ worked wonderfully. He stammered “Not like that” and then hurried back into the kitchen. I think that issue is now solved.
Today I went to the Coffee Shop for their Turkey and Brie sandwich and had a completely different, yet still memorable experience.
I like turkey and LOVE brie, but what brings me back again and again is the spicy honey mustard they put on the sandwich. That mustard is so delicious it haunts me in my dreams. My refrigerator is full of jars of expensive mustard I’ve bought in an attempt to have that gift from the gods mustard the Coffee Shop serves. Sadly, I haven’t been able to find it. Anyway, this isn’t about the mustard. I just had to mention it because it’s so damn good.
I was about half way through the sandwich today when I sniffed it and realized it smelled very clean. Now, when you eat out you want clean food, but it is possible for it to be too clean. When I took my next bight and tasted soap I decided this sandwich had crossed the acceptable clean line.
I took it back up to the counter and the woman was mortified. She was like “I’m so sorry. I’ll make you another sandwich. Go to the register, they’ll give you a refund.” Which is what I did, but I’d already eaten half the sandwich. I couldn’t eat another whole one, so I got it to go.
Not only did I get a free lunch, but I got a free dinner too and all I had to do was eat a little soap. Score one for me!
At Pseudo Mexican I order the Naked Burrito and flirt shamelessly with the people behind the counter (both male and female) in order to get more guacamole than they’re supposed to give me. A few weeks ago one of the cooks said I had the prettiest smile and it brightened up his whole day. It was very nice of him, but there was something about it that was a little too nice and I should have realized then not to flirt with him so much.
Then last week I go in and the same cook decides he has to switch out the vat of rice, even though it was more than half full. This put him right in front of me at the counter.
Being the uncontrolled flirt I am, I said, “Is that for me?” He affirmed that it was, so I said “You saw me coming,” my implication being that I’m such a pig I’ll eat a whole vat of rice on my own.
He responded with, “I smelled you coming.”
Like I said, I’ve been reading Gena Showalter books and she often has her romantic hero able to smell the unique and tantalizing scent of the heroine. It’s supposed to be sexy, but let me tell you, having a man behind a counter say he can smell you is not so sexy. Especially if, since you weren’t working that day, you hadn’t showered and your hair’s a bit grungy.
I decided the flirting had gone far enough and would go no further. So, I sniffed the collar of my shirt and said, rather meekly, “Oh dear.” The time honored ‘mistaking a come-on for an insult’ worked wonderfully. He stammered “Not like that” and then hurried back into the kitchen. I think that issue is now solved.
Today I went to the Coffee Shop for their Turkey and Brie sandwich and had a completely different, yet still memorable experience.
I like turkey and LOVE brie, but what brings me back again and again is the spicy honey mustard they put on the sandwich. That mustard is so delicious it haunts me in my dreams. My refrigerator is full of jars of expensive mustard I’ve bought in an attempt to have that gift from the gods mustard the Coffee Shop serves. Sadly, I haven’t been able to find it. Anyway, this isn’t about the mustard. I just had to mention it because it’s so damn good.
I was about half way through the sandwich today when I sniffed it and realized it smelled very clean. Now, when you eat out you want clean food, but it is possible for it to be too clean. When I took my next bight and tasted soap I decided this sandwich had crossed the acceptable clean line.
I took it back up to the counter and the woman was mortified. She was like “I’m so sorry. I’ll make you another sandwich. Go to the register, they’ll give you a refund.” Which is what I did, but I’d already eaten half the sandwich. I couldn’t eat another whole one, so I got it to go.
Not only did I get a free lunch, but I got a free dinner too and all I had to do was eat a little soap. Score one for me!