Where's The Beef?

Besides the fact that this is a slogan from an old Wendy's commercial said by an old lady, I often say this when there's no real good food around. This happens to be true. It's unfortunate that I haven't been able to have a truly good meal in a long time, especially today. Today was the "Moving Up" ceremony at my school where we officially change grades... The sad thing was, we were force fed these lame subs and we couldn't even leave school.

Some of them were even scary, of course, growing up in an Italian family from Brooklyn (originally from Napoli), I took the Italian sub, which consisted of supposed "cured meats" and provolone, and unfortunately, it didn't taste like that, or have oil and vinegar. Obviously, when you're in school, the food isn't going to be the quality of food that one would get in Faico's or Pastosa's but couldn't they give us a choice to leave and go to the deli or cafe across the street.

Well, after eating 5 of the sandwiches, I still wasn't hungry, and I finally got the privilege to leave for a minute 25 minutes where I was able to run across the street and get a coke and a big chocolate chip cookie. That was quite satisfying, though unfortunately, not a very healthy lunch. That's another problem, I haven't been healthy at all this week. It's sad, really, and I just weighed myself today, and after a week, where over a week of unhealthy eating, and a primary measurement of 147 pounds, I got a reading this week of 144.5.

Tonight, when I went to my grandmother's house where we usually hand make pizza, we ended up ordering and I got to eat three slices of pizza. I can't stress how much I miss the food in Italy or something like Jean-Georges... I haven't been in the city to just relax for a long time.