Once a month my boss, who is the greatest, treats us to lunch. We go somewhere different every month, and we like to be adventurous (for IT people). Two months ago, it was Fattoush Cafe (OMG! it was great). Last month, Back To Cuba Cafe (another great choice – I love black beans). Well, today, we went to Nola’s on West End because the boss had a hankerin’ for mufulettas.
I had this, as transcribed from the menu: Choripan Maracanzo…Authentic sausage from Argentina and Uraguay, grilled and served on French Bread with chimichurri sauce.
It was heavenly (but I still only ate half, I was good). As I took my first bite of this authentic South American sandwich, I thought to myself, “nm would be proud of me”.
The looks from my coworkers told me I must have “thought” very loudly.
“Who is nm?”
Anyway, I highly recommend Nola’s, especially for lunch.
And the lines between my blog life and my real life get ever more blurry.
Update: It just occurred to me that I would pay good money to see any of ya’ll mention “Slartibartfast” in a real-world situation. 🙂