Day 93 (6.11.12): Eggplant Mozzarella Melt Sandwich (on a Bella Notte)

Eggplant Mozzarella Melt Sandwich

Status: Restaurant (Mary and Robb's Cafe)

Satisfaction: 9. I actually liked Alex's egg white frittata better...go figure.

Associated with: Lady and the Tramp

Remember the guy on the right? That's the Italian waiter whose name I will never remember (if they mentioned it at all). I always hope that my Italian-style eggplant meals will turn into some romantic Lady and the Tramp-esque fantasy complete with Italian men serenading us at creepily close quarters, but so far it's still wishful thinking, and my eggplant sandwiches have gone eaten but singularly unserenaded.

Day 53 (4-28-12): Boxed Lunch--Greek Salad and Eggplant Sandwich (or What Catbert Would Call An Antiquated Tradition)

Boxed Lunch: Greek Salad and Eggplant Sandwich

Status: Conference-provided--free food!

Satisfaction: 8. Loved the eggplant, the salad not so much.

Associated with: 

I love conferences.

Okay, I take that back. I love the conference (single) that I went to this weekend. Children's literature graduate student reference at University of British Columbia, to be precise. It was one of those moments where you realize, "By God, there are people like me in this world!" which is a pretty cool feeling in and of itself. And did I mention that even the food was pretty stellar? They fueled us all day with cookies, danishes, fruit tarts, and a good old dose of Canadian hospitality.

Since I didn't have anything particularly exciting to say about the lunch, though, I'll latch onto the setting--conference food and the office world? I think Dilbert would have a lot to say about that...for one thing, the corporation would definitely not be giving away free stuff. 'Nuff said.

Day 45: Neopolitan Stack (is a French Man's Legacy)

Neopolitan Stack (Eggplant, Mushroom, and Veggie Sandwich)

Status: Deli-bought

Satisfaction: 7.

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"Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets.”

-- Napoleon Bonaparte

For some reason that has never been explained--except by the fact that my parents learned English from people who used the words "pan," "pen," and "stereo" interchangeably--every time we got the vanilla-strawberry-chocolate ice cream from the store, we called it "Napoleon" ice cream. To this day, any time I order something with the word "Neopolitan" in it, I inevitably think of that inspiring French leader who conquered the world and offered his namesake to a brand of three-flavored ice creams.