So yo, today I didn't eat anything eventful nor anything that I haven't already told you about already. Therefore, I've decided to keep it short and sweet by giving you one rant (because I can't live without complaining) and one crave from my most recent food-revolved life.
If you really can't make up your mind about the exclusive after-work dinner plans that you're making, then either a) shut up and respect the fact that your non-included coworker is sitting right there about to stuff her ears with pencil erasers because your loud conversation about shitty, trendy restaurants is annoying the crap out of her or b) do not use Citysearch to help you find a good restaurant.
By the way, do not take this as a hint that I want to hang out with you, because I don't. Your idea of a good restaurant obviously sucks ass; I cannot, therefore, ever be friends with you.
This weekend, we went to Costco where the parking lot was a madhouse as always. There was a huge crowd of cars, signals blinking right or left, waiting to get into this space or that space. We drove forward, and noticed that a car was pulling out but that none of the cars waiting had signaled for that space, so we pulled into it naturally. When we got out of the car, some fat, farmer-tanned middle aged guy with a southern twang, kind of reminiscent of Hank Hill from King of The Hill, started yelling at us that he'd been waiting there and that we'd stolen his parking space. "Huh?" I said, somewhat dazed that someone was yelling at us, because yes, perhaps he was waiting back there, but he had not signalled for that space. "DON'T SAY HUH. YOU STOLE MY PARKING SPACE," yelled Hank. Instead of throwing down, we just got back in the car and gave him his space. You know why? Because we had just come from lunch at Skaf's Lebanese Grill, served by lovable owner Sam Skaf, and were happy as clams, ready to make love, not war.