The good old food court. So many choices, such a small belly. No matter what you choose, I can guarantee you that the persons lunch that you sit next to will look better than yours. You will be jealous and think ‘I wish I got that’ but trust me, don’t worry, they are thinking the same thing.
Where I work there are 3 food courts all within a short distance from each other. One of the food courts is absolutely monstrous. You name the type of food you want you can get it. From Falafell to pizza, Kebabs to gourmet dumplings, hotdogs to Mexican, you can literally spend an hour trying to decide what on earth you want to eat. When you only get an hour for lunch this isn’t the best way to spend it. You go along from outlet to outlet, eyeing up the produce that they have and the decision is just so hard. A little tip for you here and its free, yes that’s right put your money away, try out the independent places, the places you haven’t seen before. The big chains, well you know what they offer and what they taste like but the little places can be hidden gems. They know what they are competing against and know that to get decent business they need to make decent food and that is why I am saying give them a chance first. I am putting my head on the chopping block here by saying that. If you do try the independent place and it takes like you are licking a cats arse then please do not hold me responsible, I don’t cook the food. You obviously made a poor choice, not my fault.
Once you have made up your mind (after changing it 37 times) you then have to play the seat lottery, ‘will I get a seat?’. Now this can be the most challenging part of the whole procedure. If you buy yourself a sandwich or something that can be taken away and eaten somewhere else, you have no problems, if though your food comes on a plate, then this could be a problem. You look like a right dickhead standing up eating off a plate, trust me it should not be done and it isn’t even very comfortable so why bother. Everyone knows the time that is best to go to get a seat. If you are going there with a mate or work colleague this complicates things. Now you are not just looking to perch your own bum, you have to look for two seats that will allow for conversation, and when seats are at a premium this can be tricky. I wish I had some helpful hints for you here but alas I am blank, I have nothing. This one is a fight you have to undertake on your own. The very same problem has happened to me on a number of occasions.
I don’t know why but the food court always seems to be quite a happy place. I very rarely see people angry and annoyed down there. This is probably because people are having something to eat and are out of their office, which is always nice. You never see food queue rage do you in the food court. I mean you get road rage when a driver does something you don’t like, you get tv rage when you have a good old shout at the tv but I have never seen food court rage. Could you imagine it, there would be mash potato being slammed into faces, chicken legs hurled at break neck speed across a room, jacket spuds being used with deadly force, in other words total carnage. Thank god for the lack of food court rage I say (although that would be fun to watch).
It is nearly my time to go and brave the perils of the food court, the familiar thought of what I should get for lunch running through my head. I have changed my mind about 10 times in the past 25 minutes and the fact that its pissing it down outside is also going to have to be taken into consideration. So I leave you with, go to the small guys, I bet you will be pleasantly surprised, don’t worry you made the right choice with what you got and if you got a seat then well done you. That is the thought for the day, tune in tomorrow for something different. Laters
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