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| - It was a weird day when I walked in to Reggie's for lunch. I didn't realize it, but I had spent the morning in a foggy, even depressive state. Nothing about the world seemed good; from my new job to anything else that I normally seek for distraction or pleasure. But there I was, trying out Reggie's. I couldn't really make a lot of sense from the menu, and ordered the first item that looked familiar, lest I hold up the line. So I got a roast beef sandwich and a Diet Coke for $10-ish bucks, which felt a little steep for a sandwich with no sides. At any rate, the sandwich, although not exactly mold-breaking, became progressively more delicious with each bite. Good, even great, sandwich, I thought to myself as I regretfully finished the last of it. The beef was thick and medium-rare, and the horseradish was a great accent in the sandwich.
It was only 30 minutes later or so, that I felt the morning's fog, and with it most of my depressive state, lift. Only as it left me, did I realize how miserable I was feeling, and well, I wondered if the sandwich helped me out. Delicious sandwich followed by a mood lift? I could do worse!
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