Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday January 11
Near Jefferson Square Park
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Sunday, December 30, 2007
With only twelve vendors along the two aisles in this restored historic warehouse on the
There’s this riverfront revitalization project going on in
About four years ago, before I even lived in
I particularly did not enjoy having strangers repeatedly ask me if I was hot in my Carhartt coveralls (I’m never hot. Mind your own fucking business), being sexually harassed my bums (Dude, I’m dirty and in coveralls! Raise your standards.), and being leered at by people leisurely enjoying their late afternoon cocktails from patio tables (I was jealous).
This week of weeding four years ago acquainted me with the Riverfront Market. We stopped in a couple of times for hot chocolate. Once, I even forwent my bagged lunch and grabbed some sushi from the sushi stall and a cookie from the Amish bakery and deli. I haven’t eaten there since.
The week before Christmas, I stopped by the Riverfront Market on three separate days to see what a vegetarian could scrounge up. Here’s what went down:
I circled the entire place (quick trip) to see what I could eat:
Market City Cafe – slice of pizza
Eeffoc's – coffee
Jeenwong Thai Cuisine– eggplant and tofu stir-fry, veggie fried rice, veggie lo-mein
Olde World Cheese Steak Factory– veggie cheesesteak
Lapp's Kitchen – salad
Tokyo Sushi – veggie sushi, edamame, seaweed salad
Jona Miller’s Butcher and Bake Shop – pastries, Garden Griller panini
Riverfront Produce – fresh and dried fruits, nuts, candy, bottles of fresh squeezed juice
P&S Ravioli Company – eggplant parmesan sandwich, veggie rabe sandwich, ravioli in containers from the deli case that they’d heat up.
If it were up to me, I’d eat the sushi, but I’ve already had the sushi. My blogger-self tells me to try something else. I’m not eating fruit, nuts, or pastries for lunch. I’m not eating a lame salad, or an even lamer slice of pizza.
I go for the small Veggie Rabe sandwich ($3.95) at P&S Ravioli Company. The Veggie Rabe has breaded and fried eggplant, broccoli rabe, roasted peppers, and provolone. It’s a sandwich. Very Italian. If I were to order it again, I’d ask for some tomato sauce. (I don’t know why people make sandwiches without any sauce or spread. Inconceivable!)
I’m curious about Jeenwong Thai Cuisine. They have a small steam table with serving trays filled with the day’s offerings behind a glass pane separating your filthy face from the food. It’s mostly meat.
I ask the jovial guy behind the counter what’s vegetarian. They have an eggplant and tofu stir-fry, veggie fried rice, and veggie lo-mein. You can get some meal deal, but there aren’t enough veggie options to make a meal deal I’d be interested in, plus I don’t really need that much food.
I opt for the eggplant and tofu stir-fry, and ask for the smallest container. He asks me if I want just the stir-fry in the container, or some rice, too? I’ll take rice, too. Steamed or stir-fried? Steamed. He rings me up for $2.75!
The stir-fry contains firm fried tofu, eggplant, cauliflower, red peppers, and onions atop short grained white rice. The stir fry is very mild. If it weren’t for the lemongrass, I’d say this was a stir-fry at a Chinese restaurant. I do appreciate the rounded, short grain white rice at the bottom.
There were other dishes, like the curries, I would have rather tried, but they were not vegetarian. I do like the friendly guy behind the counter, the price, and the authentic rice.
Am I really going back? My masochistic, semi-obsession with veggie cheesesteaks is telling me to go back and try the veggie cheesesteak at Olde City Cheesesteak Factory. Uhg, ok.
First, I peak to see what’s offered at the Thai place, since the first two days I went they had the same eggplant and tofu stir-fry. The steam table is completely different from the days before, but I don’t see any veggie option other than the fried rice and lo-mein. Bummer.
At Olde City Cheese Steak Factory, the girls at the counter are very nice. I ask what’s on the veggie cheesesteak ($6.75). Onions and peppers done up Cajun-style with cheese. If you want to add mushrooms or anything else, you can for a charge. I’ll just do it up normal with Provolone. Do you want ketchup on that? Uhhhh... How about on the side? OK.
Everyone who ordered before and after me has already gotten their sandwich. I’m thinking that veggie cheesesteak stuff (I’m assuming there’s some soy or seitan involved) must be frozen, or something. Really, it’s not that long of a wait.
What I have to wait on is a table. Tables with tops depicting historic photos of
I wait at the bottom of the stairs and P&S’s deli case to keep an eye out for people leaving from the upstairs. I notice that water is dripping from the upper shelf in P&S’s deli case onto the unwrapped plate of chicken cutlets on the bottom of the case. Gross. I know lots of unappetizing things happen in kitchens that I can’t see, and eating it makes me stronger, if not sick, but I do not like to see this.
A ten minute wait, and I’ve got a seat upstairs. I open my sandwich, and it’s grilled onions, peppers, and melted cheese. No fake meat. So much for assuming. I pick up my onion and pepper sandwich to find the bottom of the roll disgustingly soggy. It could not have been wetter if I had thrown it in the river outside.
And what’s this Cajun-style the counter person was talking about? I assumed Cajun spices, but there were no spices. I don’t think anyone from
I’m perusing Spark (
I went downstairs for sandwich #2! One asparagus, avocado, roasted pepper, grilled onions, and pesto on grilled sourdough, please. They also throw in a pickle and a bag of Kettle Chips. I don’t eat chips often, so hate the free bag of chips deal at delis. I would have loved a cookie, though.
The bread is crisp. The pesto and avocado combo is a little odd, but tasty. The asparagus spears are awkward when you think you’ve bitten through a spear, but the whole thing pulls out of the sandwich and hangs from your mouth like a limp cigarette.
Well, that was my week at the Riverfront Market. My initial instincts of eating sushi four years ago were probably right. The market is a beautiful building on a riverfront park. And the park, I must say, is a nice place to eat lunch outside when the weather is nice.
But, you wanna know why you really stop in the Riverfront Market to grab a quick bite to eat?
You’ll need some fast food after you’ve squandered your entire lunch hour at the best Salvation Army that’s directly over the bridge from the market.
This place is HUGE, well organized, and always has what I need. I’ve found ski bibs that fit me; a pretty blue rain coat (a real one) for work; a red wool pea coat; a punch bowl for a party that I’ll never use again, but that’s ok, it was cheap; don’t know how many skirts; pretty plates… oh it just goes on. They even have couches that I'd sit on.
This is one place
Riverfront Market, 3 S. Orange St., Wilmington, DE, 19801
Mon.-Fri., 9 a.m.-6 p.m.; Sat., 9 a.m.-4 p.m.; Sun., closed
Some vendors open at 7:30 a.m. for breakfast
Thursday, December 27, 2007
- My Dad thought I should start a vintage food tin collection to dust, since my childhood chore was dusting his extensive collections (I despise dusting). He started me off with a Log Cabin tin from the 50's (?) with syrup still in the can, an imitation black pepper tin from WWII or earlier (?) with imitation pepper still in the tin, and a mustard tin that was empty.
- I gifted myself with a supply of Duke's mayonnaise for 2008.
- My sister surprised me with a Piggly Wiggly canvas shopping bag after a run to the store. I returned later to get my new work uniform – a Piggly Wiggly sweatshirt.
- Our waitress at the Waffle House in N.C. we stopped in for lunch on the way home gave us a handwritten Christmas card with our bill. I can't imagine hand writing cards for every customer – the hand cramps!
- Not pictured, but I got Pilsbury cinnamon rolls for breakfast!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
About twice a year I break down and buy a roll of Pilsbury cinnamon rolls from the refrigerated case in the grocery store. I love these things. Probably more than your homemade cinnamon rolls or the corner bakery’s cinnamon rolls – which are vastly superior, but I don’t care.
I delight in pressing the edges of the cardboard seams after ripping the paper off the tube, and popping the package open with a bang. I like actions with amusing and rewarding results. Similarly, I enjoy popping champagne open. (Ooh, gotta try the two together!)
I inherited a vicious sweet tooth from my mother and my granddad, so when the rolls are baked, you better believe that every ounce of the icing gets slathered on the hot rolls. I then eat the entire pan. Maaaybe one or two gets saved for later. (Do you think the reduced fat variety I buy helps?)
So, where’s the Christmas connection?
On Chrismas morning, after all of us kids plundered the toys Santa left for us, my mom, too tired from staying up and putting all the toys together to make an extravagant breakfast, would pull Pilsbury cinnamon rolls from the oven and serve them with hot chocolate. I think I looked forward to the cinnamon rolls just as much as I did the presents.
The Pilsbury cinnamon rolls only played a part in the Christmases when we were little. I guess after we figured out the truth about Santa (I was the last in the know), Santa didn’t have to work so hard, so could make a real breakfast.
What that real breakfast was, I don't know. I have no recollection of any other Christmas breakfast. (I also have no recollection of any Christmas, period, during high school. I'm not sure I was alive during high school.)
At any rate, I kinda wish we still ate Pilsbury cinnamon rolls for Christmas breakfast.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Seriously cheap snacks – buns, cakes, and bubble tea – are what K.C.’s pastries in
Steer clear of the meat-filled buns (if vegetarian), and most of what’s left are sweet-filled buns, but the cheese and corn bun can take care of your savory cravings. Canned corn and cheese atop a sweet bread roll may sound like something from a college dorm kitchen, but it tastes just as good as you remember your ramen culinary creations – damn good!
For whatever reason, we were more scared of the peanut butter bun than the corn and cheese bun, but that peanut butter bun was out of this world. I think we feared a glob of gooey peanut butter in the center (that was my fear, at least), but, instead, the pastry had layers of dough and layers of just enough peanut butter to satisfy. No goo bomb inside!
Thanks K.C.! I made it to dinner (at ), and was most pleasant to be around.
K.C.'s Pastries, two locations:
109 N. 10th St., Philadelphia, PA, 19107
145 N. 11th St., Philadelphia, PA, 19107
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I have passed Wild Chives and Rosemary, a corner lunch and breakfast spot in the mostly residential 40 Acres neighborhood of
I finally did it! But I’m afraid my two years of imagining what this corner eatery held only led to disappointment.
The corner store front, with plants in the windows, not to mention promises of quiche from a place with an herbal moniker, had me imaging a frilly, girly atmosphere inside. So, I was shocked to see a cluttered counter with a small open grill and prep area when I walked in the door.
The stark white walls sparsely decorated with photos of local landmarks high above anyone’s eye level didn’t convey any loving coziness. And the tables (except one picnic table taking up valuable floor space) were those cheap, fake wood veneer-topped tables with plastic edges you find in office break rooms. My inner amateur designer was screaming for the pictures to be lowered, a coat of colorful paint, and an eclectic assortment of antique tables to give the restaurant a cozy ambiance to reflect their name and location.
I read somewhere that WC&R’s salads were good, so decided to give one of the twelve salads on the menu a go. With so many salads to choose from such as the inventive curried chicken, salmon with avocado, tangerine and turkey, and classics like Caesar, nicoise, anti pasta, and chef salad, I got a little confused after reading all of the descriptions in an attempt to narrow my selection down.
I ended up ordering the wrong salad. I ordered the mild mediterannean salad with oven baked herb tomatoes, leeks, feta cheese, black olives, cucumber, and croutons with house-made herb vinaigrette thinking that there were chic peas on the salad. The whole time I kept wondering where the chick peas were. The chick peas were on the nicoise salad. Doh!
This is not a salad at a fine dining establishment, but a salad you eat as an excuse to escape from the office. The salad was large enough to be the proper lunch staple large salad. With twelve salads to choose from, including the option to make your own salad from a list of ingredients, I’m sure you can find a favorite.
After years of dreaming of quiche, I had to try a piece. I ordered a piece of spinach quiche to go for dinner. While I was at it, I took the servers dessert suggestion and ordered apple crisp for dinner, as well.
The apple crisp was good in that homey, buttery, cinnamony, apple way, but there was no crisp to it at all. (I checked this upon immediately walking home. It did not sit for hours.) This was apple pie filling in a cup.
The soup, salad, and sandwich offerings, including the quiche specials, are classic lunch fare – nothing out or the ordinary. WC&R is just a reliable lunch spot, and an excuse to not stay in the office. WC&R is, food-wise, exactly the kind of place I would meet my mother for lunch once a month when she was not retired.
Well, Wild Chives and Rosemary has been marked off my list. I don’t know if I’ll ever do it again. If they ever put some love into the interior and 86 the Solo cups, let me know.
Wild Chives & Rosemary, 1836 Lovering Ave, Wilmington, DE, 19806
Mon.-Fri., 8 a.m.-7 p.m.; Sat., 8 a.m.-5 p.m.; Sun., closed
Thursday, December 13, 2007
If you like ginger snaps, but want more kick, this cookie is for you. These cookies have a pleasant heat thanks to black pepper and cayenne pepper. And there’s chocolate!
So good, I took these as my date to a party!
Pepper Spice Cookies
Adapted from Better Homes and Gardens
Makes about 50 cookies
½ cup butter, softened
1 cup sugar
1 ½ teaspoon baking powder
½ teaspoon finely ground black pepper
½ teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon ground cloves
½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon milk
2 cups all-purpose flour
medium grind black pepper
10 ounces bittersweet chocolate, coarsely chopped
1 tablespoon shortening
- Mix sugar, baking powder, black pepper, ginger, cloves, cinnamon, and cayenne in a bowl.
- Cream butter into sugar and spice mixture.
- Beat egg and milk. Add to creamed butter and sugar mixture.
- Beat in as much flour as you can, then add the remaining flour. Knead dough if necessary.
- Shape dough into a ball. Divide in half. Roll each half into a 6 ½ in roll. Wrap with plastic wrap, and chill 4-24 hours.
- Slice rolls into ¼ inch rounds. Place on an ungreased baking sheet, and sprinkle tops of cookies with medium grind pepper.
- Bake for 8 minutes at 375°, or until done.
- Melt chocolate in a double boiler. Incorporate shortening.
- Dip cooled cookies in melted chocolate. Place on waxed paper.
- Transfer to the refrigerator until chocolate has hardened.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The bf digs the hummus at the Afghan restaurant, Sansom Kabob House, in
I’m not a fan of their hummus.
But just because I don’t like something doesn’t mean it’s not good. People have their preferences. I don’t prefer ultra creamy, smooth hummus with pronounced tahini bitterness like the hummus he loves so much, and is served beneath the street level at Sansom Kabob House.
What I do like is the dipping sauce that comes with the hummus. Love it!
I’m not one to dip bread in fine olive oil at Italian restaurants and discern the regional nuances – it tastes like oil – but this I’ll stick bread in. The sauce (don’t know its name) that accompanies the hummus is oily, herby, tangy, and spicy. This sauce tastes like pickle juice with heat, and is balanced with olive oil.
And that I can dip into! Your preferences may differ.
Sansom Kabob House, 1526 Sansom St., Philadelphia, PA 19102
Mon.-Fri., 11:30 a.m.-9:30 p.m.; Sat., 1 p.m.-10 p.m.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Until the other day, I have been missing out on the best curry I’ve had since moving to this region. It's at Genelle's.
I’ve actually passed Genelle’s, a
The interior of Genelle’s is divided in two - a small, dine-in area with a takeout counter up front; and larger back area with white linen-topped tables, and a bar with live jazz on Saturdays. The casual, front dining area did me just fine.
If dining in, just say so, and they’ll put your food on a plate. I just spaced it.
Jerk chicken, curry chicken, curry shrimp, curry goat, oxtail, chicken and okra, and jerk burgers are just a few of the
Vegetarians can order the curry vegetables, or two of the Chinese (?) dishes – vegetable lo mein or vegetable fried rice. If you're a vegetarian, don’t let the limited vegetarian choices stop you from trying Genelle’s.
The side orders read like a specials board at a Southern meat-and-three studded with Caribbean flavor – steamed cabbage, collards, sweet potatoes, mac and cheese (not available that day, or else I would have been all over it), fried plantains, rice and peas, dohl pourri, and Guyanese patties (owners are from Guyana).
More than enough for a big boy...or a small girl that just can't quit.Standing at the counter, looking through the glass at the large pans of stewed curry on the steam table, I could just tell my meal was going to be good. And, oh, buddy, was it!
Genelle’s yummy vegetable curry plate ($5) consists of potatoes, corn, carrots, sweet peppers, peas, beans, and tomatoes, and is pilled atop a generous portion of rice and peas. The flavors mingled, with nothing overriding, and the spices and heat were perfectly piquant.
Genelle’s also has baked goods – corn bread, carrot cake, pound cake, and occasional
I couldn’t resist the pastry unfamiliar to me – a bake ($1). A bake is a slightly sweet bread spiced with cinnamon. Stuffed from the curry, I brought the bake home for later. The grease-soaked, brown paper bag carrying the bake was evidence that a bake is not baked! If Genelle's bake were topped with powdered sugar, you could call it an elephant ear.
I like to visit my
My ignorance of Genelle's divine curry was a crime. I'm hoping this PSA counts towards community hours served.
Genelle's Bakery and Cafe, 730 Market St., Wilmington, DE 19801
Mon.-Tues., 10 a.m.-6 p.m.; Wed.-Thurs., 10 a.m.-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat., 10 a.m.-1 a.m.; Sun., closed
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Only for those with a very strong will and non-addictive personality.
These cookies are seasonal. Stave off withdrawal symptoms by hoarding. Twelve to twenty boxes should do you until this time next year. (Buy hundreds if you are a street corner entrepreneur.)
This is the face of an addict. It could happen to any one.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Shiroi Hana’s narrow downstairs with two and four-top tables and a small sushi bar was filled when we arrived, but we snagged a table after a brief fifteen minute wait. Three years of Japanese classes began to kick in. Hana means flower. Shiroi? Shiroi? White! Yes, White Flower!
Given the choice of miso soup or salad at a Japanese restaurant, I always choose salad. It’s not the lettuce I’m after, but the carrot-ginger dressing. Shiroi Hana’s dressing was grainy and muddy in flavor. I’d choose miso soup at Shiroi Hana, instead.
We all ordered sushi – how could you not order sushi at a Japanese restaurant? The others ordered sushi with fish. I, of course, ordered the vegetarian sushi sampler, which is always a crap shoot when trying out a new Japanese restaurant. More often than not, the assortment is cucumber, carrot, daikon, or asparagus maki. And the “fancy” roll is asparagus tempura maki.
I was visually impressed with the variety of Shiroi Hana’s vegetarian sampler. Yeah, they were, for the most part, the usual suspects – cucumber, avocado, daikon, and asparagus – but at least they were presented differently than the skimpy hosomaki you’re familiar with from grab-and-go plastic containers of sushi, and even some restaurants.
For dessert, I chose the green tea mochi. I don’t know why. I’m not fond of the vaguely sweet rice cakes filled with bean paste. I do like green tea, though, and these mochi hinted of green tea. The only explanation I have for ordering this dessert is that I like to test myself every once in a while, and revisit food’s I’m not fond of. I still am not fond of mochi, but that doesn’t mean Shiroi Hana’s mochi were bad. I ate them.
All in all, a generally pleasant meal of sushi, except…I felt rushed to finish our meal when, at on the nose, the sushi bar noisily cleaned up their station – and turned out the light! Not all the lights, just the lights over the sushi bar, but this was enough to get the message that they were closing.
The message was a little unfriendly, so we wrapped it up quickly and got out of there. Sayonara, Shiroi Hana.
Shiroi Hana, 222 S. 15th St., Philadelphia, PA, 19102
Lunch: Mon.-Fri., 12-2:15 p.m. Dinner: Mon.-Thurs, 5:30-10 p.m.; Fri., 5:30-10:30 p.m.; Sat., 5-10:30 p.m.; Sun., 5-9 p.m.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Yes, I have an ING account. Two, in fact. A piece of unsolicited mail from ING landed in my mailbox right about the time I was gearing up to transfer money from an out of state account. ING's high interest rates sold me.
Great interest rates, great website…blah, blah, blah. ING is great! Unless your parents have done you the disservice of calling you by your middle name, and everyone identifies you by your middle name, and, therefore, all checks are written to you using your middle name.
When I opened an ING account, I called to make sure it would not be a problem using my middle name. Not a problem. ING was depositing checks written to my middle and last name for about a month…then it all stopped.
Four phone calls and a month later, I end up with a woman at the ING headquarters (hello, Wilmington)
Never having had this problem with any other bank, be it for a checking account or a loan, I was fuming and considered moving my money at once. Having just gone through a two month battle to get my money from an out of state bank, I was tired and defeated. I gave in. So, please, send all checks to me using my first name. Thanks. (And FU, ING!)
So...on to my first Wilmington lunch. Well, maybe not first, but I really think I have eaten lunch in Wilmington maybe only once before. You see, I am a devout brown bagger – except my lunch bag is a rectangular duck head with googly eyes and a protruding orange bill.
I’ve been dying for months to try out ING Café in
If you don’t know already, ING has internet cafes in Wilmington, Philly, NY, and a few other major cities in the US (Wilmington does not qualify as a major city, but their corporate headquarters are in Wilmington) where you can grab a coffee, a bite to eat, and hop on your own computer or one of the many computers inside the café for free.
Against my better judgment, I hit
The ING propaganda in the café is overwhelming – ING logos on coffee cups, ING merchandise (ING totes for Xmas!), cards on tables advertising their accounts, ING computer homepage, ING ATM, orange plates, orange straws, men wearing orange. Really, it all fades to the background after a while, and you can take advantage of what ING Café truly is good for – coffee and computers.
I’m not a coffee connoisseur. I drink coffee sparingly, and amusingly to great effect as a drug. ING Café serves Peet’s coffee, which apparently is the shit, as it has recently come to Philly and people are going gaga over it. I had a cup. It was coffee. Very strong coffee. Thirteen hours later I was still wired.
Soup of the day, sandwiches, and salads are the main food groups at ING, and change daily – at least in
I went with the only vegetarian sandwich of the day – mozzarella, tomato, and basil on ciabatta bread – which the counter person enthusiastically recommended. (There were some seriously hopped-up on coffee people there – behind the counter and waiting in line. An employee in line in front of me quickly whipped around to ask me if I had gotten some Girl Scout cookies? 'Cause they're handing them out in the lobby! Then whirled back around and proceeded to rhythmically beat the counter with some folded papers. Um...ok.)
Where to sit all by my lonesome amid a sea of corporates grouped at tables still discussing what ever it is they do up in those tall buildings? How about a small table over by the large window wall overlooking the lower level, pseudo-Japanese garden?
While I ate my bland mozzarella, tomato, and basil sandwich – similar to any you’d pick up at an airport or any other sandwich kiosk – a cute ING employee sits at the neighboring table. Oh, yeah!
We are probably the only two people in the entire cafeteria sitting alone - bar those sitting at one of the maybe twenty computers in the cafeteria area. He watches the news on a large-screen TV right above his head, and me. I watch the garden down below, the alien (to me) workers eat, and him. Awkward!
At this point, the lunch venture is not about food, but about my unfamiliar surroundings. I feel like a fly on the wall observing a new culture. I know that office workers are people too, but you have to understand that I've never had a job with a desk or a computer – or such perceived seriousness: informal meetings over lunch, texting, the constant twitching of checking the BlackBerry every thirty seconds.
It's all so serious. Yet, I wonder if it is really necessary. I don't do this at all. Are you office people really that serious, busy, and stressed? Judging from my boyfriend (who does the corporate dance, but, thankfully, doesn't twitch to the BlackBerry), I'm gonna sadly conclude, yes.
After I polish off the sandwich, I stick around to do some more observing of this foreign society and their culture.
The Wilmigton ING Café is huge. Not only is there a large cafeteria with dining tables and computer stations to the right of the lower level lobby (also with dining tables), there's an area to the left of the lobby that's divided into smaller rooms containing couches, cushy chairs, and low coffee table, and, of course, more computers.
Not forgetting the free Girl Scout cookies in the lobby, I grab a few Thin Mints...but a woman behind the table stops me (oh shit, I don't look like I work here) to thank me for all my volunteer work with the Girl Scouts, and offers me an ING-logoed mousepad. Oh, you're welcome, but, no thanks, I think I'll just take a few cookies.
Across the lobby, I find a nearly empty sitting area in the far front corner next to the computer stations. I sit across from a lone man engrossed in the newspaper and last night's leftovers. There's a TV over my head playing the news. Hey, look, the cute guy that sat next to me in the cafeteria is sitting down next to me – again. Awkward!
Why is he following me? Is he attracted to the only girl in the building that looks like a teenage runaway? Can't be? Well, I am wearing my most cleavage-revealing hoodie. (It's times like these that I wish I had cleavage.)
Cute guy's looking at the TV above my head. Or is he looking at me? I have nothing to do – no book to read, BlackBerry to text on, or phone call to make, and all the computers are taken by the ING employees and a group of city kids playing video games and music, and, damn it, I'm not leaving; I have observations to make. I can only stare in different directions. Awkward!
The two of us sit bouncing gazes left, right, up, down...and then...he falls asleep! No lie. I guess he didn't drink the Peet's. And I guess I'm not really that alluring. Sitting inside the parenthesis, looking across the lobby to the entrance of the café.
I quietly sneak out of there, and have a seat at an open computer amongst the kids playing video games and music (more my element) on the outside of the oval, room-like computer station. (Imagine two parenthesis ( ) as the room. Computers line the outside of the parenthesis, and a sitting room is in the interior of the parenthesis.)
You know what? I hate reading or working in public, and I can't use a computer in public, either. But it's nice to know that a computer with free internet connection is available at ING Café.
After an hour of dining and observing the strange society, I'm outta there. Au revouir, sexy corporate men. I've got my own sexy, well-dressed, working man. And he only falls asleep in my presence at appropriate times - bedtime.
ING Café, 802 Delaware Ave., Wilmington, DE, 19801
Mon.-Fri., 7 a.m.-6 p.m.