Or not. More like a poseur lunch. Very sad.
We aren't good about doing lunch - individually, or together. Even though we work across the street from one another, we spend lunchtime chained to our desks. The closest thing we've had to a lunch date is J dropping off E's half of a $5 footlong from Subway. So romantical.
Today we did a little better, though, picking up some sandwiches from nearby Clementine. Love their seasonal menu and exquisite ingredients!
E's Summer Cucumber sandwich - "with luscious cream cheese spread and radish sprouts on potato dill bread"
This was how they wrote E's sandwich and name...LOL
J's Chicken Chipotle sandwich - "with grilled chicken breast marinated in smoky sauce, with cilantro slaw and creamy avocado dressing on semolina bread"
Unfortunately, we had to wolf down our noms and rush off to an errand. But this won't be our last attempt at a lunch date. Someday we'll get it right -- maybe over the ultimate Century City power lunch at Craft. ;P
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