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When MDK moved from a hip, close-to-downtown neighborhood to the far flung reaches of a more distant one, the commute got worse. But literally everything else got better: more space, more light, more parking and—most importantly—more lunch options.
I love lunch—and not just eating it, but the word itself. It sounds like what it is. Mmmmm, lunch. I would eat lunch for all five meals of the day. For miles in either direction of the MDK mothership, there are hundreds of delicious lunch options. We are in the middle of what can only be called the Internationally Delicious District and let me tell you: I am getting my passport stamped with alarming frequency and vigor.
Mexican easily a dozen, plus at least two paleterias. Thai twice. Indian vegetarian twice and non-vegetarian about five other times , Venezuelan. The list goes on, and there are sub-categories within each. Fancy sit-down? A counter tucked in the back of a market? Food truck? Last week I ate two pork-and-golden-raisin-tamales served out of the trunk of a Chevy Malibu and they were delicious. Sometimes making a decision can actually be a bit paralyzing. There are even a few options for, hmmmm, scaredy-cats, some of your more run-of-the-lunch-mill choices: BBQ, fried chicken, etc.
One thing the neighborhood is a little short on—and once you notice it, the omission is quite striking—is the good old-fashioned lunch hamburger. On the days when we decide to order lunch as a group, things can get fraught. There are Definite Preferences and, sigh, there are maayyyybe some picky eaters around here.
I am not one of those people and if you tell me we are going to Tripe Barn, I will raise my hand with alacrity and enthusiasm, my order memorized and at the ready. But I will gladly shepherd each attendee to all of the magical, delicious places that line the parade route on the way to MDK.
