Wednesday, August 17. Guest lunch

We have a guest picking lunch today. I'm not talking about the wizard's really stylish nail salon owner clients that are in the office today. (They probably don't eat food. Just air and magic style fluff.)

It's Barb's own daughter, Sami. Now usually, I'm not good at spelling nicknames and since this isn't her facebook name, I'm going to just pray that this is the way that Barb spelled it on the email she sent me with the picture of lunch today. But if it's not....I'm really sorry, please don't stop reading my blog because I've offended your name-spelling sensibilities.


She's an intern at Vanity Fair. Which means she's cooler than me. You know what, everyone is though. I mean, I use the word 'hip' to describe the 'kids these days.' Anyways, she and Barb used to get Georges' food way back when so she picked her favorite. Or so I've been told.

Chicken Pesto with Penne
Picked by: Sami (Barb's daughter, for those of you who skimmed the opening paragraphs.

The Rating-
4.5/5 Opa's. Barb had Sami pick lunch today before she went abroad and it would be too expensive to talk to her. That was her reasoning anyway. I don't know, I just rewrite this stuff. Well, Sami picked her ol' Georges standby. It's way too much for one person to eat and it's sort of heavy, but it's delicious. There's a ton of grilled chicken in a pesto sauce which is pretty well seasoned.

Thursday, August 04th.

The Wizard, people. He's the magical accountant who lives in the back office with Cheese. Well, alright, neither of them really live there, I just like to think that. He's rarely ever here for lunch. The wizard is a an enigma wrapped in a riddle shrouded in mystery. Here are some things that I know about the wizard:
-He doesn't eat meat.
-His name.
-He's our accountant.


Things that I don't know about him.
-Where does he go when he mysteriously disappears?
-Does he have a cat? Is it magic too?
-Does the Wiz have a lady? or children?
-Does he know Harry Potter?

So, if you couldn't tell, he picked Barb's lunch today.

Penne Alfredo
Picked by: His wonderfulness, the Wiz. (He didn't order himself lunch, though.)


By popular demand (alright. one person pointed this out to me, but I don't take criticism very lightly. I take your suggestions, really!) here is a picture of Barb actually eating her lunch. See? It's a nice creamy pasta dish with a delicious weakness. Emily and her salad are also in the frame. Sheila's ham hoagie is in the picture too. Alas, no Sheila though.


THE RATING
3.75/5 Opa's

The pasta was picked by out vegetarian, Howard. There was no meat or veggies, just sauce and pasta. There was a ton of pasta, almost a pound, and the dish itsself was hot. The sauce wasn't too thick, but there was a lot of it. The dish probably could have served three people. On it's own, it gets the 3.75, but if there was chicken and a few veggies it probably could have ranked a 4 or 4.5.



In other news, we're cleaning out the fridge, and Nick just threw a spumoni at my desk that knocked over my water and drenched my poor baby computer and Vicki's too. This computer is less then a month old, come on, show a little mercy. Well, it seems okay, so I won't worry, but if something bad happens to this laptop I'm going to flip.

Things we found in the fridge:
-Moldy bagels
-Chicken fingers that I tried to blame on Vicki
-Purple Drank
-Half n' half. Two different cartons of.
-A spumoni that no one will claim.
-Three different half-eaten salads in random tupperware containers.
- Two Gino giants from Sheila's birthday
-Ice Cream from milkshake day
-A week and a half of barely-eaten lunches that are all definatley Ashley's that are now waiting for her to come back from her family trip to Ohio. Of course, she blamed them on Krick. Pictures to follow, promise.