Impromptuest of impromptu lunches with Saintseester. We tried Lime Fresh Mexican Grill. Initial impression: mostly, I felt old. The music was really loud; the hostess/greeter-type was too young to be dancing that way.
Damned kids nowadays.
I had the Cabo cobb salad, and she had a steak taco and a bowl of black bean soup. It was all competently prepared, but quite bland, and certainly not a good choice for the budget-conscious. For this fare, it’s Moe’s next time; for Bridge Street, it’s…I don’t know, just somewhere else.
‘Seester didn’t have the shoes to walk—like I said, we didn’t plan this—so I’m just enjoying this sapphiric day from the Technical Writing Express, waiting for a meeting to start. I was about to call it tranquil, but then there was a distant jake-braking.
Hope your Wednesday is going to suit.