Our coporate cafeteria is rarely something to write home about, we're generally happy that it doesnt make us sick and dont ask for more. Its expensive, but clean and they often over do it with seafood dishes, pasta with cream sauce and too many fried foods. The salad bar starts off great on a Monday but clearly declines in quality as the week goes on...ending with a random mix of leftovers that creates "pasta salad" as an offering on Friday. I warn the new employees with a friendly "dont eat the chicken" as they pile it on the plates.
The sandwich lady never dissapoints though, while her tray is not filled with Boar's Head's finest deli selections its okay. She's tiny Spanish lady that always asks me if I want a pickle, yet I've never ever said yes.
Today she impressed me, hense the entry "Ode to the Cafeteria Lady": I had to cancel my colony pizza lunch plans since work had to take over my Friday. I was prepeared to be dissapointed as nothing could compete with my expectations for that greasy delight. But, my thinly sliced chicken cutlet on toasted whole wheat with fresh Mozzeralla, roasted peppers and pesto made me amost forget my pizza.
As I ordered it told her she should name the sandwich after me, she laughed akwardly and asked if I wanted a pickle...no thanks, no pickle for me.
There's no picture because I ate the whole thing and decided to write this after I washed it down with my Poland Springs. I think I proceeded to rave about the sandwich for the rest of the afternoon and the people around me had to hear "wow, that was so good" , "seriously, my sandwich was so yummie"
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