monzyummylunch

Suitman! Suitman!

All partners are not created equal. He learned that lesson pretty quickly - about a week after his election when, for the first time, he reviewed the firm's expense account. And now he saw why. Seated in the middle of the dimly lit, ultra-pricey downtown fish resturant, he awaited the return of Mr. BIG CHEESE, whose BIG CHEESE CELLPHONE kept cutting out, forcing B.C. to step outside for a moment. He looked at the menu - "My God!" he thought, "in college I could feed myself for a week for the price of the Lake Superior Whitefish alone." BIG CHEESE stepped in just as the waiter had returned to serve the meal. He took a bite - ew! - the fish had a gummy consistency and while it wasn't exactly cold, it wasn't pipin' hot either. "Oh *#$!" In dwelling on the fish, he had stopped paying attention to BIG CHEESE and now struggled to regain the thread of the conversation. But he had one last food-related thought: "Damnit, I wish I was having a turkey-bacon club sandwich from Jeff's. Like the Monz!"