My company recently moved offices. On the one hand, this is a good thing, as our old digs were in a dowdy, sad building on the wrong side of the tracks in Redwood City. Our new office is more modern, cleaner, lighter and the roof doesn’t leak. It’s in Belmont, under the looming grey-green towers of Oracle. The grounds are pleasant enough, and the commute is a few miles shorter for me. All good.
However, the only source of food that is within walkable distance is a small cafe in the building that managed to fall out of my good graces on the second day of our occupancy. Aside from the inconvenience of having to get in the car to forage for lunch, I also don’t know where’s any good. It took months to get the lay of the land in Redwood City, and I just don’t have the time to take on the trial-and-error process of vetting restaurants throughout Belmont and San Carlos.
It’s just as well, really. DPaul and I have been on something of a fiscal diet of late, and the less money I spend on lunch the better. Normally our style of brown-bagging involves bringing leftovers from the previous night’s dinner or perhaps the occasional sandwich, but very frequently we assemble a nice ploughman’s lunch.