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I can't even recall
a single minute of a single day of my life where I haven't craved
a giant Froot Loop marshmallow square or block of hazlenut cream infused
chocolate. And if that were even an ounce true, I would have to look
no further than City 75 to fulfill my horrendous needs. What purports
to be your typical sandwich, salad place seems more like a weird conglomeration
of sweets and random plastic containers of dried banana chips and
star-shaped puffs. I have yet to track down an actual lunch item worth
ingesting at this joint--and you know I've searched high and low considering
it's actually in my building. Out of sheer desperation I traded my
soul for a panini of sorts and ended up holding my nose and praying.
Needless to say, I haven't been back since. Those malted milk balls
do look good, but hardly fulfill that part of me that screams lunch.
[MF]
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