Monday, June 14, 2004
Bums' Not-So-Yummy Lunch!
Monz reports today will be a typical Monday Jewel Lunch Tyranny day -- ham, chicken and sharp cheddar -- which sounded kinda interesting to us but Monz was nonplussed. So we'll tell you a story.
Sunday the editors were pitching in making lunches for a West side homeless shelter and wouldn't you know it, they got stuck driving the lunches over as well. In the past this has been a fairly uneventful routine -- the near West side has been gentrifying a lot lately and there's not a lot of decay until you get south of the Kinzie industrial corridor on Damen and turn West on Madison.
We don't know if it was the warmer weather or the humongous curtin which is blocking Madison Avenue at the United Center (both traffic and the view), but "the neighborhood" had really come alive by Sunday afternoon. The editors had neighborhoodly exchanges with the ballers by the library, the boys at the warm-weather librations store, and an exchange of smiles with a comely young woman wearing a very well-fitted two-piece summer outfit. Yes, the pinprick of doubt that this young woman's outgoing manner hid a more sinister secret of life choices gone horrifically wrong did approach our balloon, but we were detered from such thoughts as we watched her dancing in air to an imaginary (and funky!) soundtrack. It reminded us of those eternal Eddie Money lines...
She was shankin' (oh-oh-woah)
Snappin' her fingers (oh-oh-woah)
That said, we don't relish (no pun intended) those bums' lunches. Bologna sandwiches, chips, an apple, and two Chips Ahoy cookies, all store brand from a German-owned grocery chain which has exceedingly few suburban outlets. On the way home the editors stopped by the Ontario street Portillos downtown, where the drive-through ordering equipment was on the blink and they were using real human people to run back and forth with the orders. Disconcerting.
Monz reports today will be a typical Monday Jewel Lunch Tyranny day -- ham, chicken and sharp cheddar -- which sounded kinda interesting to us but Monz was nonplussed. So we'll tell you a story.
Sunday the editors were pitching in making lunches for a West side homeless shelter and wouldn't you know it, they got stuck driving the lunches over as well. In the past this has been a fairly uneventful routine -- the near West side has been gentrifying a lot lately and there's not a lot of decay until you get south of the Kinzie industrial corridor on Damen and turn West on Madison.
We don't know if it was the warmer weather or the humongous curtin which is blocking Madison Avenue at the United Center (both traffic and the view), but "the neighborhood" had really come alive by Sunday afternoon. The editors had neighborhoodly exchanges with the ballers by the library, the boys at the warm-weather librations store, and an exchange of smiles with a comely young woman wearing a very well-fitted two-piece summer outfit. Yes, the pinprick of doubt that this young woman's outgoing manner hid a more sinister secret of life choices gone horrifically wrong did approach our balloon, but we were detered from such thoughts as we watched her dancing in air to an imaginary (and funky!) soundtrack. It reminded us of those eternal Eddie Money lines...
She was shankin' (oh-oh-woah)
Snappin' her fingers (oh-oh-woah)
That said, we don't relish (no pun intended) those bums' lunches. Bologna sandwiches, chips, an apple, and two Chips Ahoy cookies, all store brand from a German-owned grocery chain which has exceedingly few suburban outlets. On the way home the editors stopped by the Ontario street Portillos downtown, where the drive-through ordering equipment was on the blink and they were using real human people to run back and forth with the orders. Disconcerting.
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