The Wrath of Con(rad)?

Hollander and I lunched at the old FC today. I didn't think it was still possible, but I was shocked. Not by Hollander's dismal assessment of the Athens real estate market, nor by the chicken supreme, which is just like it was last semester (possibly frozen since then?), but by the fact that the tables near the cash register are aligned differently.

Instead of being placed at a careful 45-degree angle, the tables are now parallel to the divider. This will completely change Fink's sight-line.

A Lunch Haiku

The chicken supreme
just a lump of white on rice,
tomorrow's problem.

From A Distance

Okay, it was only 15 feet ... watched as Hollander, Hume and Hollifield ate at another table. Which sounds more accusatory than it needs to be, because I was there first eating with David Noah.

He reported the Chicken Supreme over rice is his favorite meal of the week. I'll have to ponder what mine is, but I don't think it's the Sicilian Casserole. It's serviceable, but not extraordinary. Meatloaf, perhaps the pepper steak. I'll have to think on this.

A Magic Trick

A magic trick done with Chicken Supreme.
Since I can't figure out how to load it to blogger, go here.