The Food N00bs

In Which Sorcha Has a New Food Experience

So last Friday was free food day in the staff caf at the Big Blue Box*. The free food in question was Swedish-ish, of course, and as I was only working four hours and thus had but fifteen minutes for a break, I passed on most of it.

Except the caviar, which I pounced on like a pouncy thing because I'd never had it before.

Yes, I know. "What, you've never had caviar? Philistine." Shut up. "N00b" isn't just a funny name, you know. I suppose that, in the interests of full disclosure, I should admit that Littlest has had it already, sort of. His favorite sushi is the California rolls with orange roe on.

Anyway. I'm under no delusions that what they were giving us for free was the good stuff or anything. But still, I rather liked it. Salty and fishy. I didn't care for the stuff they had for us to put it on though. Some kind of really hard, thick cracker thing that I'm sure they sell a ton of in the Marketplace, but meh. It was like eating sheetrock.

But the caviar, that was pretty fine. I think I'll buy a jar of the good stuff - well, the medium-good stuff, as I am not a wealthy person - and fix it up proper.

*"Big Blue Box" moniker courtesy of the fabulous Mary Sue.

In Swedish, they call it "mus."

by Sorcha

Here's a hypothetical situation for you: you're sitting in one of your favorite restaurants, which is admittedly somewhat rundown. Something catches your eye, and you glance down to see a mouse run out from under the booth across the aisle, into the next booth. This happens a couple of times during dinner. What do you do?

If you're me, you squeak in delight, say, "Hello, little friend! Run! Run for freedom!" and say it's a shame that it didn't come out while you were actually eating. So you could, you know, share.

*headdesk* Yeah. I know. But it was a mouse, for heaven's sake, and it's not like it ran right out of my food. It was cute and I like rodents. If I'd been dining someplace ritzy, or it had been a cockroach, that would've been different.

He made one more appearance as the waitress was bringing our bill. I can only guess that this was some kind of mouse gang initiation and he was brave enough to make the cut.

And no, I'm not going to say which restaurant it was.