Just because there aren't any points in it, doesn't mean there aren't calories.

edited for grammar, because I know verb agreement, darn it.

Heh, the only comments I ever got on the food I ate at my desk were, "Damn, that smells soooo good. Where did you get that?"

Because most downtown peeps are unwilling to walk more than a block to get their same damn boring grilled chicken on caeser salad lunch. But walking twenty minutes and back to get something in Chinatown or North Beach produced infinitely more delicious results.

There was kind of a culture - at least in the law firms I worked - that it was almost unseemly to get something delicious. You were too busy! Too productive! Order in a turkey sandwich!

At Orrick they have a food trough for attorneys to keep them in-house and working through lunch. Sandwiches and salads there for the taking. (If you're an attorney.)

the only comments I ever got on the food I ate at my desk were, "Damn, that smells soooo good. Where did you get that?"

When was this?

Although I'm kinda suspecting your being male played into that.

My old boss used to critique my food as migraine triggers, which was my favourite. Not sad he got shitcanned. And my new work best friend did once poke at the nutritional value of my food, but after I proved him wrong and backed it up with the internet, he pretty much just hands me the Sour Kids and doesn't say anything unless I seem to contradict myself.

When was this?

Mostly at Orrick since that desk was out in the open. Late 90s? Also that office was closest to NB and Chinatown (not true anymore since they've moved South of Market.)

You know, if you deprive yourself of ice cream and other pleasures, you may not live longer, but it will certainly seem like it.

The only time co-workers ever commented on my food was to exclaim over my pretty tea pot and tea cup. Or my bento boxes. But no one ever made food police comments at me, which in retrospect is kinda odd.

the only comments I ever got on the food I ate at my desk were, "Damn, that smells soooo good. Where did you get that?"

That's pretty much the only kind of comment I hear (or make).

I will sometimes comment that someone's lunch looks or smells good, or ask them where they got something. Other than that, I figure they're old enough to make their own choices.

I did once make a sharp comment to a teenage "intern" who was checking the filling on every sandwich on a platter to see if there were any that appealed to her.

t ignoring the rageful food observers convo

Sparky, are they coming for Jazz Fest? There's lots of great food at the fest itself. Also in the FQ: Green Goddess, Felipe's Tacqueria for cheap, Sylvain, Mr. B's for BBQ shrimp and gumbo ya-ya, Irene's for Creole Italian, Muriel's, Stanley, Johnny's PoBoys, Central Grocery for muffaletta... across Canal Street, try Domenica, Sweet Olive, MiLa...

I've had to argue with coworkers about my largely futile efforts to get a sandwich without mayonnaise.