Market forces
May. 12th, 2003 10:58 amSo, it's eleven o' clock and I'm beginning to think lunchy thoughts. Usually, around this time of the morning I decide where I'll eat, based on whatever flavour inclination is uppermost at the time. Some days I'd be happy with a range of things. This morning, though, I have a very strong desire for garlic. I want a dish that's dripping with the stuff.
But here's the thing: I can't think offhand of any of my usual haunts that will serve me a decently garlicky lunch. And it occurs to me that heavily garlicked food probably isn't so popular among the luncherati of Dublin 2. Many of them must, after all, spend the rest of the day impressing clients and bosses, for which purposes a knock-out Mediterranean miasma probably wouldn't be the foremost asset.
There you go. Any ideas, send them my way!
But here's the thing: I can't think offhand of any of my usual haunts that will serve me a decently garlicky lunch. And it occurs to me that heavily garlicked food probably isn't so popular among the luncherati of Dublin 2. Many of them must, after all, spend the rest of the day impressing clients and bosses, for which purposes a knock-out Mediterranean miasma probably wouldn't be the foremost asset.
There you go. Any ideas, send them my way!
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Date: 2003-05-12 03:14 am (UTC)You knew you kept me on for some useful function, didn't you?
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Date: 2003-05-12 04:04 am (UTC)(If you should happen to meet me this afternoon, hold your breath.)