lunching...

have you ever tried to find something delicious to eat when you are in the ghetto? if not, then you do not know the challenge involved in playing hide and go seek with appropriately edible foods at the lunchtime hour. i have however been faced with this struggle going on three years. i must say it is not an easy challenge to take on. you must face it with the full force of perhaps an angry lion if you want to make any progress. (believe you me, when darwin is hungry, you may have better odds with a lion...why do you think i call him lunchman?)

you could always take the easy route and choose from one of the many fried chicken emporiums that surround you on every corner. ms. winner's - church's - mcdonald's - kfc - all the staples. there is no chick-fil-a, zaxby's or anything of that nature, but i will say a ms. winner's chicken biscuit when you are hungover may be one of the greatest things since perhaps fried chicken itself. and let's not forget all the fried fish palaces. those are just delectable and ya know hurl worthy. mmmm week old fried unidentifiable fish. sounds appetizing right?

sometimes we get lucky and something like quizno's moves in. it lasted all of a month, if that. there is always the tried and true subway - but i would rather eat a deep fried shoe i think than gag down subway. it's just soo terrible. anything slightly okay, stays for a matter of long enough to realize their surroundings and then closes. it's really quite depressing. we've stopped trying to frequent new places that are delicious, nicely priced, and appropriate for us to enter, because they invariably close and we've become attached and then it's like a break-up and no-one likes those. no-one at all...

the worst one to date for us was Kabobee. it was single handedly the greatest lunch place we had for almost a solid year. then the day came, when darwin and i went for lunch and we were informed they were closing...(to become a seafood palace...). we hung our heads, had our last meal and asked if we could perhaps come to their house periodically for some delicious persian food. parma laughed, but we were serious. we came almost everyday, and then some. they knew us, we knew them. it was an amazing setup. i would give everything i have (which isn't much at the moment, but it's the thought) to be able to have another meal there. i was filing away 2010 papers and i found a lone Kabobee receipt, and i almost cried. who knew you could get so attached (let's be honest, we knew, we just chose to live in the dark about it, and push right on through without a worry in the world)?

so this post is dedicated to Kabobee and it's wonderfully delicious straight from home persian recipes. you will be missed and we promise to never forget you. if you could maybe find it in your hearts, to come back, we would greatly appreciate it...

ciao.

one of these days we are going to eat at GutBusters. mark my words....