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| - Went for lunch today. Carle coworker (who I was at dog of blackness with yesterday) had decided we wanted to have Black Bean Burgers from the carle coffee shop today. When we got to the coffee shop, it was inexplicably closed. So as we sadly walked back to our desks, we pondered "where can we get a black bean burger from?" He mentioned "doesn't guido's have them" and I'm like "yeah". But we also wanted to get the fried mushrooms, and sadly, guido's doesn't have fried mushrooms. On a happy note, they have eggplant fries.
So, we drive to downtown Champaign.
Walk into Guidos. I attempt to sit at the bar (as I'm bar folk) but he doesn't prefer that (he gets plumbers crack sometimes and doesn't like to sit in exposed back chairs... tmi?) So we grab a booth.
Immediately a server comes to take our drink order, mountain dew for me, diet for him. Drinks arrived momentarily. She asks if we need some time to look at the menu. As we knew what we were in for, we said "nope". Both ordered the black bean burger, his with fries, mine a side of the eggplant fries and toppings on the side.
I go to do outside things.
I come inside, sit down, we chat about office things. Food arrives shortly thereafter.
Black bean burger is as good as a black bean burger can be (and that's pretty good). Eggplant fries are both eggplant and fried. He tries one, as he's never heard of such a thing, he becomes a fan.
She refills his diet.
Food is done, she asks if we are ready to pay, we say yes. She drops the checks. She comes back a minute later when we've pulled out our cards. She runs them. She brings it back. We sign. We go.
It's about as perfect a blackbean burger and eggplant fries lunch as you could ask for.
I managed to not go play the devil boxes.
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