Lunch. Sigh.

Dave is home for a long weekend, using up his personal days before 2005 runs out. We made a run to Marden’s and Home Depot, where we scored many lighting things, and some caulk.  We were on our way home, and mexican food came up, and I wanted to go to Pepino’s (which, wtf? There’s an Australian location now? WEIRD.) but Dave thought we shouldn’t spend that much money, but I REALLY wanted a burrito, so we went to Ground Round. Where the burritos are even more expensive (and not as good) but whatever. But then he was all "jeez, that’s too much" and I agreed, so I ordered a lunch special of house salad and a 1/2 BLT. Worst. Lunch. Ever. For one, the salad was just iceberg lettuce and a piece of tomato, basically, and the sandwich was a BLT CLUB, which meant that there was a pile of ham AND a pile of TURKEY added in. And I could’ve sworn that the menu said it was toasted, but it wasn’t.

I’m picky about BLTs, the B needs to be still warm and crispy, the bread needs to be toasted, and the L & T should be cool and crisp as well. This was none of that. All the same temperature, squishy bread (marble rye, which was the only GOOD thing about the sandwich) and most of all IT WAS NOT A BURRITO. I literally almost cried.  We should’ve just gone to the damn Pepino’s in the first place, because that’s what I WANTED, and we ended up having a way too expensive lunch that WASN’T A BURRITO.  My consolation prize was to make turkey tacos for dinner, so we at least have that. But damn, now that I’ve looked at the Pepino’s menu, I still want to go there soon.

We left in time to see a sort-of ‘walk of shame’ of my niece. She works at the GR, and we’d seen her car, but not her.  When we left, her boyfriend’s truck was idling next to her car, and they were obviously making their goodbyes. She spotted us and waved and smiled, and I got in the car and started singing songs to Dave about his niece "gave a bloooowwww jooobbbb.." and stuff like that. Hee.  I mean, she’s 19, and a great kid, and her boyfriend seems like a nice guy (although the W04 sticker on his truck dropped my opinion a few notches . . .) but still, it was funny.

While Dave installed the touch sensitive dimmer for the dining room light (8 bucks at marden’s! 20 at home depot, gooooo Marden’s!) I went out to Target, where I spent my gift card on a new pillow and allergen-reducing pillow cover.  I’m big on spending giftcards semi-impractically, and because I’m no longer sleeping on my stomach, my old down pillows aren’t too comfy anymore. So far I like my new one, and maybe the allergen-thingie will help with the night allergies. I mean, as much as it can despite having a 20 pound asthma atack sleeping next to my head all night. If only there was an allergen-reducing sleepsack for the cat! DAMN, that would be awesome.

Anyway, the turkey tacos were good, but Dave and I both agree that NEXT TIME we go to Pepino’s.  Or even the Taco Stand, for Pepino’s takeout for less. Goddammit. So weird, though, how the most disappointing lunch ever was almost enough to bring me to tears. Almost.

And yeah, I forgot yesterday. Shit. Oh well, I came close to daily entries, right?

One thought on “Lunch. Sigh.

  1. HA! I love that the menu explained what nachos are, in case, you know, someone actually doesn’t know what they are. Same with Guacamole. And, damn, 3.95 for chips and salsa??? I get pissy enough if I have to PAY for chips and salsa period. As a rule, they should be complimentary. Seriously, I have boycotted restaurants for charging for them… Though admittedly I have the pick of the litter where I live. And also admittedly, if you put a lobster in front of me I would have to ask for instructions.
    If you are having trouble breathing at night, I highly recommend using a humidifier with eucalyptus (I used Arbonne’s Herbal Vapor Soak, a little expensive, but so worth it). Your sinuses get so screwy when you’re pregnant. It got to where I could hardly sleep because I was so stuffed up at night, and when I finally got the humidifier it seemed to help a lot.

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