Lady Who Lunches

Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it?  Oh, well.

My husband and I didn’t carpool into work today, since he has a happy hour to attend afterwards, so today was one of the rare days that I had my car at work.  I ventured out into the sunshine at lunch to get a tuna sandwich from A Moveable Feast and do a little snooping.

A Moveable Feast is such a trip of a store, I just love going there.  It’s an oasis of healthy, crunchy, granola, hippie-dom in the uptight, snotty Memorial Villages.  The store itself is partially obscured by the riotously colorful jardin sauvage out front, attracting dragonflies and bees by the hundreds. Inside is a bounty of natural products, vitamins, foods, hair and skin care products and attached to the store is a cute little cafe, which features one of my all-time favorite signs next to the register:

FOR THE COURTESY OF PEOPLE IN LINE BEHIND YOU,
NO TALKING ON CELL PHONES ALLOWED

Right on.  The semi-bitchy girl who always runs the register has no problem enforcing it, either.  The equally bitchy Memorial Village housewives who trek in here on a regular basis — attempting to look young and trendy and “caring” by purchasing natural deodorant or meatless chili — aren’t fans of the edict, as you might imagine.  It makes for some memorable scenes, which are in and of themselves worth the price of a tuna sandwich.

Exiting past the masseuse who always looks like an older, stoned Jason Bateman, my sandwich and I took a short drive around the Villages.  Kobe Japanese Restaurant has already moved from its old location off Bunker Hill and into the spot formerly occupied by Blockbuster (sharing space with an On The Border, which is inexplicably always busy despite having terrible food) off Echo Lane.

The old Kobe sits abandoned, waiting for the inevitable wrecking ball to hit.  Strangely, La Fiesta is still open, directly next door.  They were getting a fresh shipment from Avocado King as I passed today.  The rest of the center has been utterly destroyed, save for a few ragged stumps jutting off from La Fiesta.  I wonder when they’ll finally give up the ghost…or be forced to.

Ciro’s was still intact, as I imagined it would be, although I’m still fascinated by the mix-up on both the sewer disconnect permit and the demolition permit.  Thinking that perhaps Charlie’s Hamburgers or the ticky-tacky Darque Tan was demolished instead, I drove past.  Both are still in business, Charlie’s with a line of cars out front as usual.  Rumors indicate that Charlie’s will be closed soon, too, but I have yet to see anything concrete on that.

Back in the office now, obviously, and it’s time to finally eat my sandwich.  Answers to Tuesday Trivia coming soon…

One response to “Lady Who Lunches

  1. Realy, you have touched a giant nerve here. Who are these women talking to? Each other? About what? What can be so important that they chat while ordering Starbuck’s, visit any Starbuck’s and it’s the same thing. The same sign is at Randall’s pharmacy (every Randall’s on Memorial). Drive down Memorial and every woman in a gargantuan SUV is chatting on the phone and driving reaaalllyy slow and stopping at green lights. Holy, cra@p most of them have car seats in the back seat!! Their signs say, “baby on board?!” I think they should say, “Mother on cell phone on board.” Get out of their way, because they are a menace. Don’t get me started…….

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