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Laziness breeds food
choice. Check that. Soul-sucking, chained to your desk jobs breed
food choice. Not surprisingly, this place was actually housed in my
old building. I didn't have to feel the warmth of the sun on my cheek
or breathe non-recycled air for even half a second if I ate lunch
here. It sure beat a bag of peanut M&Ms from the vending machine,
but was always a sad reminder that there are people out there who
are like river raft guides, park rangers and sherpas. I'm a poor working
schmuck who has come to depend on paninis from the stinky deli. There
honestly isn't much to eat in this neighborhood, but having The Paris
or The Somethingorother flattened sandwich on a daily basis just isn't
good for anyone--especially when it's generally being scarfed at a
desk in an overheated den of sickness. This was my first real exposure
to the panini phenomenon on a grand scale, and though they satisfied
something in me, I've come to realize that there are much better out
there. We've since moved buildings, and I most likely won't ever be
back here again. It's a sad thought. Kind of like that girl from fourth
grade with the thick glasses and the lisp who was see-through to other
humans but had an obvious crush she had on you. What ever happened
to that poor girl? She was very nice. Now you've got the
new girl with her shiny cases and her attractive Rockefeller crowd,
but you never get over your first. [MF]
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