The only thing worse than getting lunch in midtown would have to be getting lunch and dinner in midtown. This is the sort of tragedy that befalls you when your boss decides not to let you out early for Christmas. The real kick in the pants is missing what I hear was a solid lunch with special guest(s) because I thought I'd get to duck out at 1.
So I got a sammy at Pret a Manger with the intention of taking it on the road. That is my go-to on-the-go sammy place ever since K$ found a ladybug in a wrap I got at the Au Bon Pain in Port Authority. BD. Pretty good bread and flavorful enough, with "premium"-type ingredients - though they always skimp on the actual ingredients (profit margins).
My actual on-the-go dinner was some old refrigerated vegetable sushi from the overpriced market on 55th Street. 7 bucks for 6 pieces. Not that I wasn't hungry, but I couldn't bear the thought of another midtown sandwich.
Happy XMiz!
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A man says to his psychiatrist..."you know, Doc, I was thinking about my mother today, while I was eating my baloney sandwich at lunch...about how she's always judgmental and controlling."
And the psychiatrist says, "You call that a lunch?"
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