More Saburba

I just ate half a sammich. From Saburba, of course. Ordered their version of a breakfast Cuban (ham, pork, fried egg, chipotle Remoulade on delicious ciabatta bread.) It was so so good. I probably should NOT have eaten it, seeing as I have dinner plans in less than three hours, but it sounded so good I couldn't resist. While I was there I asked them how much the Saburba t-shirts were. They said there are perks to being a regular and they gave me a free one. Said it's free advertising. I <3 Saburba.

Tonight I'm meeting Scooter's beau for the first time. We're going to have dinner at Licari's. Licari's has the best pizza I've ever put in my mouth. And I've eaten and enjoyed a lot of good pizza. I'm a pizza connoisseur. They also have amazing calamari. And cannoli. (Though I have to admit the cannoli Pauly brought me back form Detroit was pretty darn amazing! Don't tell him I said that though!)

Last Friday Dave & I went to the Charity Wine Fest at Noto's. Good food, good wine. I discovered a new favorite wine. Roscato. Pauly teases me about it. Says Moscato is for people who pretend to like wine. Whatevs. I don't really pretend to like wine, but I've been very open-minded about it. I like what I like. Roscato was amazing. Love love love.

Weekly Tacos

Saburba has a taco of the day during the week. Sometimes it's weird veggie tacos or fake meat tacos. Yesterday it was curried beef w/celery and apple. I pass on those tacos. I like to think that I'm an adventurous eater, but I know what floats my boat and what doesn't. Not a fan of curry or celery or fruit served w/meat touching it. Combining sweet & savory is not something that I particularly enjoy. Today's tacos were green chicken chili with black bean salsa. They were OK, but certainly not their best. Let me also mention that I'm not a fan of black beans. They look like the little potato bugs that used to crawl around my grandmother's garden. Yuck. Sometimes their tacos knock my socks off, sometimes not. They also had some other delicious looking items. It was all I could do to skip the carrot cake or squash soup. It's painful for me to walk away from delicious food. Physically painful.

Take Home Dinner Day

Tomorrow is Wednesday. Please get that ridiculous thought out of your head that it's hump day. I hate that. There's something bizarrely lewd about "hump day". (And that's coming from someone who IS bizarrely lewd.) Wednesday is Saburba's take home dinner day. Ahhhh...Saburba. Their deliciousness never fails to put a smile on my face. Unless I order something that has a fried egg (usually duck!) and forget to tell them to break the yolk and fry it hard. I hate runny, gushy yolk. I shudder just thinking about it.

Saburba, Saburba...how I love thee. If I were prone to poetry I would write sonnets about them. Not only do they make my stomach smile, but they are just awesome people. I'm a regular there. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've gone in for both lunch and dinner on the same day, which usually only happens on take home dinner day. I was sick for two weeks once and they posted on my Facebook wall asking if I was OK. Good food and good people. Makes my heart smile too.

Tomorrow at work they are feeding us. (They meaning The Company, not Saburba.) Catering. Of course they are doing this on take home dinner day. Such injustice. I appreciate them feeding us, but this poses a bit of a dilemma for me. In the future I'd appreciate if management would take into consideration that some of us have food schedules. NEVER ON TAKE HOME DINNER DAY! Hahaha! (I'm not ungrateful, just conflicted.)

Saburba deserves more than I have time for right now. I will be back to talk about some of the deliciousness that I have consumed from their kitchen. Their smoked meatloaf is one of the best things I've put in my mouth.

Food Whore

I'm a food-whore. I think about food all the time. What I have eaten, what I will eat next, today, tomorrow, next week. Food makes me happy. It makes me smile, makes me complete. I love food more than anything, except maybe my child (unless she's being flippant, in which case I can totally understand why some animals eat their young. Probably to prevent them from becoming mouthy brats. I would eat mine BBQed, with a side of fava beans. Just kidding. I've never knowingly eaten a fava bean. Not that I wouldn't eat one, I'm a fan of beans, just haven't done so yet. I'll put it on my to-do list.) This is just me rambling about food. No one is forcing you to read this and it's really just for me to go back and re-live prior food experiences. Cuz that's what food-whores do. I would roll around in the experiences and rub them all over myself if I could. Life is delicious.