I meant to have salad with fat-free dressing, a turkey sandwich on wheat bread and fresh pineapple for lunch today. I really did. But that’s not what ended up happening. I blame a combination of God, Mother Nature and Lonn Trost (just because).
I went out to run a few errands in Hoboken and found myself having to walk all the way up Washington Street to 5th Street to get a copy of the New York Post. As much as I love being online, I’m still a traditionalist when it comes to newspapers. Even though every article in the paper is available on the Web, I still like to actually read the paper, and Washington Street is lacking places that sell newspapers.
So, Post in hand, I started walking down Washington Street to head back home, when the skies absolutely opened up and it started pounding rain — I’m talking Noah’s Ark rain. While searching for shelter from the downpour, what should magically appear across the street, but Five Guys Burgers and Fries?
So, what was I to do? I couldn’t seek shelter in the establishment without sampling some of its fine culinary goods. One cheeseburger, one order of Cajun fries and one Mr. Pibb later, the rain miraculously stopped, and I was on my way back home.
And to anyone who feels the need to point out that I was actually much closer to Pita Grill when the rain hit than I was to Five Guys, kindly shut the hell up.