Garlic Water: Return of the LL Lunch

While B is on vacation, and J lunches with some lady who usually stands him up (let's call her Little Miss Unreliable Lunch Date, or ULD for short), I decided to stay in, catch up on world news and eat some garlic water for lunch.

Yes, it's the return of the Loneliest Lesbian Lunch: Trader Joe's garlic noodle soup... not nutritious, but semi-delicious anyway.

I hope everyone else is enjoying an exciting lunch today.

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Anonymous said…

Tried Joey's for the first time yesterday. Have to agree w/ previous comments posted. Upscale slutty - spot on about those waitress outfits. Those Ahi Tuna Tacos were aweseome! I'm totally game for an appetizer that requires a brief lesson in how to hold and eat them. And the lime wasabi dipping sauce was so good I was tempted to dip my spoon in and sip the stuff! Prices were a little on the high side but I'm happy to have a place in the area w/ a quasi-sexy vibe. Have a LL Lunch for myself today. Have date w/ the microwave, something that requires peeling back film to vent, and a huge stack of work at my desk. Hope you have fun lunch ahead of you.

September 24, 2008 at 9:29 AM

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