It's raining cats and dogs around these parts, ladies and gents, so there isn't much for me to look at out the window today. Except for people running to their cars under umbrellas/their work papers/ nothing. It's as if no matter how you'd regularly run, you'll run dorkier if you're trying to get to your car in the rain. Heck, I bet that Olymic runners would end up looking vaguely like a cartoon character if they needed to get from the door of their office to their cars. That's just how it works.
Today's lunch: Veal Parm Sandwich
Picked by: Oz! (Duhn) The BOUN-TY-HUNTER! (Duhn Duhhhh)
The Rating
Today, lunch was picked by Oz, who doesn't eat Georges' food. This was really his choice of eating through Barb vicariously. The roll was toasted and golden brown, but the veal left a little to be desired. Fatty and hard to chew, it was pitiful compared with the blueberry pie we had this morning. Not a triumph, George.
2.5/5 Opa's.
You'll get them next time, bud.
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