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Today’s lunch field trip lead me to Midway Point (Your Neighborhood Bar & Restaurant).

Cheeseburger: check.

Sweet potato fries: check.

Diet Coke on tap: check. And it came in one of those huge red plastic cups. Score!

This was a very good burger. They boast that their burgers are “homemade” (which is a bit confusing when it comes to a restaurant, but…whatever). It did taste like something I might whip up at home. (Well, not “I” per se, because I’m much too busy blogging and eating and being fabulous to actually “make” anything.)

Also at the table was the “BAT” (bacon, avocado, tomato) sandwich–which looked extremely delightful, and I might have to try next time–and the turkey burger–which I am also rather partial to. It was reported back that both leaned toward the uber-delicious side.

The ambiance was strange, however. It’s a sports bar, yet dark and spooky. Weird.

One down side: the service. Monumentally slow. We couldn’t figure out if they were short-staffed today or if this was a common occurrence. Everyone else in the place seemed not annoyed nor rushed. So, maybe it was just us. The meal was worth the wait, but next time, perhaps I’ll go when I don’t have to watch the clock.
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Today’s lunch field trip lead me to Midway Point (Your Neighborhood Bar & Restaurant).

Cheeseburger: check.

Sweet potato fries: check.

Diet Coke on tap: check. And it came in one of those huge red plastic cups. Score!

This was a very good burger. They boast that their burgers are “homemade” (which is a bit confusing when it comes to a restaurant, but…whatever). It did taste like something I might whip up at home. (Well, not “I” per se, because I’m much too busy blogging and eating and being fabulous to actually “make” anything.)

Also at the table was the “BAT” (bacon, avocado, tomato) sandwich–which looked extremely delightful, and I might have to try next time–and the turkey burger–which I am also rather partial to. It was reported back that both leaned toward the uber-delicious side.

The ambiance was strange, however. It’s a sports bar, yet dark and spooky. Weird.

One down side: the service. Monumentally slow. We couldn’t figure out if they were short-staffed today or if this was a common occurrence. Everyone else in the place seemed not annoyed nor rushed. So, maybe it was just us. The meal was worth the wait, but next time, perhaps I’ll go when I don’t have to watch the clock.

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Ok, “West Wing,” you’re starting to cheese me off. (SPOILER ALERT…for those of you who are also a decade behind in TV.) First, the cliff-hanger with President Bartlet “stepping down” while the FBI searches for his ecstasy-popping, French prince-dating, pre-“Mad Men” kidnapped daughter. Then they bring in his replacement: big, fat, blustering, gun-toting, southern republican, played by John Goodman. Thanks, Aaron Sorkin, for sticking the conservative side with such an obvious cliche. Then Rob Lowe left the show. /gasp/ Then Josh got demoted. Sort of. And now the president and first lady aren’t speaking because this isn’t what she signed up for. Oh, and Chandler from “Friends” is a reoccurring character? Weird. And Leo didn’t make VP? When will Josh and Donna hook up already? Toby, dude, enough with the Jewish yelling.

Stop preaching, Sorkin, and show me the love. And more walking the halls, please.

Miss you, Rob….

Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc

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Ok, “West Wing,” you’re starting to cheese me off. (SPOILER ALERT…for those of you who are also a decade behind in TV.) First, the cliff-hanger with President Bartlet “stepping down” while the FBI searches for his ecstasy-popping, French prince-dating, pre-“Mad Men” kidnapped daughter. Then they bring in his replacement: big, fat, blustering, gun-toting, southern republican, played by John Goodman. Thanks, Aaron Sorkin, for sticking the conservative side with such an obvious cliche. Then Rob Lowe left the show. /gasp/ Then Josh got demoted. Sort of. And now the president and first lady aren’t speaking because this isn’t what she signed up for. Oh, and Chandler from “Friends” is a reoccurring character? Weird. And Leo didn’t make VP? When will Josh and Donna hook up already? Toby, dude, enough with the Jewish yelling.

Stop preaching, Sorkin, and show me the love. And more walking the halls, please.

Miss you, Rob….

"…By any other name would smell as sweet…"

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My name is weird. And not the “cool” weird. But the boring weird. (Sorry, parents–it’s true.) And I’m usually fine with it, even when asked to repeat it, or even spell it. Okay…? But sometimes it’s a little annoying. Like just now. I just got off the phone with someone who needed my office email address:
“It’s mary (dot) smith (at)…”

“Ha-ha, but that’s not your real name, right?”

Hilarious.

“Huh-huh. Yeah, I’m in the Witness Protection Program.”

And then we go on about something else for a few mintues.

“Okay, so…what was your name?”

“(pause) It’s Mary Smith.”

I can actually hear her confused, rapid blinking.

“Oh! Oh…uh…right. Got it. So…”
People suck.

"…By any other name would smell as sweet…"

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My name is weird. And not the “cool” weird. But the boring weird. (Sorry, parents–it’s true.) And I’m usually fine with it, even when asked to repeat it, or even spell it. Okay…? But sometimes it’s a little annoying. Like just now. I just got off the phone with someone who needed my office email address:
“It’s mary (dot) smith (at)…”

“Ha-ha, but that’s not your real name, right?”

Hilarious.

“Huh-huh. Yeah, I’m in the Witness Protection Program.”

And then we go on about something else for a few mintues.

“Okay, so…what was your name?”

“(pause) It’s Mary Smith.”

I can actually hear her confused, rapid blinking.

“Oh! Oh…uh…right. Got it. So…”
People suck.

High rollin’ with the homies

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And now for a bit of drama…

Boss: Mary, thanks for organizing the meeting today and setting everything up. You’re a perfect champ.

Mary (looking down distractedly at nails): Yeah. Sure.

Boss: Did you make dinner reservations for our group?

Mary: Uh-huh, at–

Boss: Change of plans. We’re going to Del Friscos.

Mary: …

Boss (when my silence stretched on for too long): Want to come? (Then he busted out laughing. Of course I wanted to come.)

Aaaaand….scene.

I’ve never been to Del Friscos Double Eagle Steakhouse. I can’t afford it (and apparently, neither can my dates!). But Boss did bring me a slice of their (in)famous Lemon Doberge cake for my birthday a few months ago. Ever since then, I’ve been rather smitten.

But enough talk. Let’s get to the food.

We started out with crab cakes and shrimp. Pretty normal for a steak house, yes? However…I’ve never tasted such crab cakes. Flaky, chunky, and with all kinds of surprise, delicious bit. And the shrimp. Hello. Three different kinds of marinade–I didn’t even know what I was eating, honestly, but it was wicked delish. And dig that crazy baby fork!

Next up was the heirloom tomato and mozzarella salad. This picture doesn’t show the sheer size of this pup. The sliced tomatoes were the size of a softball as was the mozz. And with sprinkled bacon on top? Get out! The entree came next. I went for one of the specials. I can’t remember what it was called exactly, but the gist is medallion steak, three wee filet mignon, each prepared a different way: peppercorn, oscar-whatnot and…something else. I don’t even remember.

We had some sides too. About five. Most notable was the lobster mac and cheese. To. Die. For.

And best for last. (Drum roll…) The Lemon Doberge cake. This is my second experience and it did not disappoint. I think there was some bread pudding and cheesecake too, but who as time for that?

Mary got all the leftovers, too. I think Boss told everyone I was poor. I’m spoiled a bit. I know.

High rollin’ with the homies

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And now for a bit of drama…

Boss: Mary, thanks for organizing the meeting today and setting everything up. You’re a perfect champ.

Mary (looking down distractedly at nails): Yeah. Sure.

Boss: Did you make dinner reservations for our group?

Mary: Uh-huh, at–

Boss: Change of plans. We’re going to Del Friscos.

Mary: …

Boss (when my silence stretched on for too long): Want to come? (Then he busted out laughing. Of course I wanted to come.)

Aaaaand….scene.

I’ve never been to Del Friscos Double Eagle Steakhouse. I can’t afford it (and apparently, neither can my dates!). But Boss did bring me a slice of their (in)famous Lemon Doberge cake for my birthday a few months ago. Ever since then, I’ve been rather smitten.

But enough talk. Let’s get to the food.

We started out with crab cakes and shrimp. Pretty normal for a steak house, yes? However…I’ve never tasted such crab cakes. Flaky, chunky, and with all kinds of surprise, delicious bit. And the shrimp. Hello. Three different kinds of marinade–I didn’t even know what I was eating, honestly, but it was wicked delish. And dig that crazy baby fork!

Next up was the heirloom tomato and mozzarella salad. This picture doesn’t show the sheer size of this pup. The sliced tomatoes were the size of a softball as was the mozz. And with sprinkled bacon on top? Get out! The entree came next. I went for one of the specials. I can’t remember what it was called exactly, but the gist is medallion steak, three wee filet mignon, each prepared a different way: peppercorn, oscar-whatnot and…something else. I don’t even remember.

We had some sides too. About five. Most notable was the lobster mac and cheese. To. Die. For.

And best for last. (Drum roll…) The Lemon Doberge cake. This is my second experience and it did not disappoint. I think there was some bread pudding and cheesecake too, but who as time for that?

Mary got all the leftovers, too. I think Boss told everyone I was poor. I’m spoiled a bit. I know.