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).
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us? Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
brenda m - Mar 20, 2012 11:41:51 am PDT #10136 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Toddson - Mar 20, 2012 11:42:20 am PDT #10137 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
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.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 20, 2012 11:55:40 am PDT #10138 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
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...
Ginger - Mar 20, 2012 12:05:50 pm PDT #10139 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I've had to argue with coworkers about my largely futile efforts to get a sandwich without mayonnaise.
le nubian - Mar 20, 2012 12:07:22 pm PDT #10140 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
I hate mayo crimes. Made worse by the fact that people try to thrust that Miracle Whip nonsense without warning.
Steph L. - Mar 20, 2012 12:09:02 pm PDT #10141 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
It's the 14th annual Mayo vs. Miracle Whip wars!
As I leave work, allow me to mention my heretical stance that I am quite fond of Miracle Whip, but also find mayo quite tasty.
Oh, yeah. I go both ways when it comes to condiments.
omnis_audis - Mar 20, 2012 12:10:06 pm PDT #10142 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
They both taste the same to me. Ugg. Hate mayo. Yes, cheese is enough for my sandwich. Yes I want it 'dry', thank you. Yes, I'm sure. (usual conversation with deli/Subway sandwich maker).
Ginger - Mar 20, 2012 12:16:28 pm PDT #10143 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I hate Miracle Whip more than mayonnaise, but I don't want either on my sandwich. The only place for mayonnaise on a sandwich is the bare minimum it takes to hold together chicken salad.
Kate P. - Mar 20, 2012 12:17:24 pm PDT #10144 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
At Orrick they have a food trough for attorneys
...Is this a typo for "food truck," or is that office housed in a barn?
I kind of love the idea of a food trough, actually. Except that, seeing how nasty our office kitchen and fridge can get, I would be extremely hesitant about giving people even more ways to be messy with shared food space. So maybe I just want a food trough in my own cubicle.
DavidS - Mar 20, 2012 12:43:56 pm PDT #10145 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
...Is this a typo for "food truck," or is that office housed in a barn?
They called it "the trough" though it was just a lunch spread of sandwiches and salad.
I kind of love the idea of a food trough, actually.
They had a great old SNL skit about a Trough-And-Brew place where you were herded in, fed over chili over a trough, had beer shot down your throat and then had your face hosed off. A whole lunch in less than five minutes!