Tuesday, April 18, 2006
We Know a Cat Who Can Really Do the Cool Jerk!
Monz lunch is a ditto, both on the contents and the yumminess. Yet for some unknown reason, this left the editors unmoored and indecisive about their own lunch plans. They asked the security guard at MYL headquarters where to go. He suggested The Place (well, not the Waukegan "place" but a Chicago "place" around the corner). But after heading out, the editors spied the food cart for "The BBQ Place" which is subtitled "Authentic Jamaican Food." And they saw the hard working driver/server, standing alone beside his cart. The editors approached and asked what was good. "Jerk Chicken!" he responded. "Does it come with a fork?" the editors asked, as the editors do NOT eat lunch at the myl offices but would need to retreat to the stone benches nearby. Yes it did, with jerk sauce, rice, beans and a piece of whtie bread. "Ok, we'll try it!" The price was six bucks, a little stiff but hey. We took our styrofoam containers and dug in. The jerk sauce is hot! The white bread is hearty! The rice and beans are pleasantly chewey! The chicken tastes like chicken! We have another bite of the chicken. Still tastes like chicken! Ditto! Ditto again! We look down! Ruh-roh. This chicken is a little multicolored for our tastes. We switch back to the beans and rice. We're ready to give this cart the thumbs-up, but like the Joy Cunningham judicial election, we'll give it time.
UPDATE!
MYL: Hello
Monz: This is meanest Monzyummylunch entry ever!
MYL: Why?
Monz: Monz' lunch gets one line. The editors lunch goes on forever. And a gratuitous reference to Joy Cunningham!
Monz lunch is a ditto, both on the contents and the yumminess. Yet for some unknown reason, this left the editors unmoored and indecisive about their own lunch plans. They asked the security guard at MYL headquarters where to go. He suggested The Place (well, not the Waukegan "place" but a Chicago "place" around the corner). But after heading out, the editors spied the food cart for "The BBQ Place" which is subtitled "Authentic Jamaican Food." And they saw the hard working driver/server, standing alone beside his cart. The editors approached and asked what was good. "Jerk Chicken!" he responded. "Does it come with a fork?" the editors asked, as the editors do NOT eat lunch at the myl offices but would need to retreat to the stone benches nearby. Yes it did, with jerk sauce, rice, beans and a piece of whtie bread. "Ok, we'll try it!" The price was six bucks, a little stiff but hey. We took our styrofoam containers and dug in. The jerk sauce is hot! The white bread is hearty! The rice and beans are pleasantly chewey! The chicken tastes like chicken! We have another bite of the chicken. Still tastes like chicken! Ditto! Ditto again! We look down! Ruh-roh. This chicken is a little multicolored for our tastes. We switch back to the beans and rice. We're ready to give this cart the thumbs-up, but like the Joy Cunningham judicial election, we'll give it time.
UPDATE!
MYL: Hello
Monz: This is meanest Monzyummylunch entry ever!
MYL: Why?
Monz: Monz' lunch gets one line. The editors lunch goes on forever. And a gratuitous reference to Joy Cunningham!
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