Bonkers New York Times Style section trend pieces are par for the course (just last spring, they did a piece on how males love to wear tank tops to Coachella, which was sort of like Andie in “The Devil Wears Prada” realizing five years too late that her cerulean sweater had been carefully chosen for her by the people in this very room Ahhhn-drea), and I usually like to abide by them all anyways, because I am very boring at best and trendy overalls scare me sans proper vetting. But their latest offering to the Gods of Basic, a breathy love letter about media millennials and how “crumbs at the keyboard” are the new power lunch, well, that I cannot abide by. Keep reading »
Everyone knows lunchtime is supposed to be sacred. It’s the hour out of the day that you don’t need to field dumb questions from customers, cringe at a student’s nasal whine, or feel guilty about all that procrastinating you do on The Frisky. (Don’t feel guilty, we appreciate it.) It’s a time when you can text your boo, or bring up TMZ on your phone to find out what stupid thing a Kardashian sister has done now. And the ideal lunch is not at your crap-strewn desk or in a cramped break room, but chilling peacefully at a bench or picnic table, outdoors on a sunny day.
But you know what can cast a dark shadow — a storm cloud, even — over your ideal lunch? Spending 20 minutes waiting in line behind some asshole at the salad place … especially if you’re hangry. After the jump, the seven people you do not want to be stuck behind: Keep reading »
Last week, a man allegedly found a rusty nail in his to-go salad from a Manhattan restaurant named, appropriately, “Just Salad.” What is it about salads that attract this ickiness? It seems that every few weeks somebody finds some kind of critter or other not-so-salad-y item amid their lettuce, chickpeas and chopped tomatoes. Make sure you’re not eating while clicking through this gallery of the weirdest surprise ingredients people have found in their greens.
Ami and I have both experienced our share of tragically lonely lunches. In 5th grade, Ami had to sit alone at lunch because she was the new kid in school and had no friends; in high school, Winona often ate her PB&J in the chemistry room to escape the stress of the mean, crowded hallways. These were dark days indeed, but when we grew up and learned to love our alone time, we reclaimed the solo lunch and reinvented it as a positive and empowering experience. Nowadays, we both actually prefer to eat alone. Yes, really. It gives us a chance to regroup and steel ourselves to face the second half of our workday. To help other women conquer their fears of eating lunch alone, we compiled a list of dos and don’ts that will help turn your solo lunch from soul-crushing to life-enhancing (and, obviously, we illustrated them in GIFs). Keep reading »
Let’s set the scene, shall we? It’s 1 p.m., you’re sitting at your desk, your stomach starts to growl, and your thoughts turn to the limp, soggy PB&J crammed into your bottom desk drawer. You’ve been trying to save some money and pack your own lunches, but now the corner deli is calling your name. What’s an extra 10 bucks, really? Operation Brown Bag It has failed again.
But don’t give up on packed lunches just yet! I found 10 easy, delicious recipes for sandwiches, salads, and wraps that will have you reaching for your lunch bag at 10:30 (hey, ain’t no shame!). Click through to check ‘em out…