Large, playful menu
requires multiple trips.
This comes after two.

First trip: Steak sandwich
proved quality, well-built. No
soggy bottom bun.

Friends’ meals stood out. Lots
of mmmmms from pasta, salad.
Service: present, quick.

Second: Late weekend
lunch: lovely, warm window seats.
Lightly, glowing beer.

Small crowd, understaffed.
Still served in decent time. But
burger was standard.

Barbecue chicken
spring rolls: Savory, crispy.
Quite delightful fare.

Cashew chicken: Good
at first, but same syrupy sweet
flavor got boring.

Random: Saw Mosby’s
doppelganger. Real Ted, not
Mexican Wrestler.

Star Bar seems perfect
for Ted and friends to hang out,
drink. Food: Not sure yet.

1) Work: I try to stay anonymous, so I won’t reveal my job. But I do a huge chunk of work from home or Panera, and home is full of distractions (and Panera, the delicious unnecessary calories of chai). Foodiku is one of my many self-constructed distractions from my demanding, high-stress job. Unfortunately, I use my the distractions to procrastinate.* (In fact, I should be working at this moment even though I’m in pajama pants and wrapped in a blanket and pondering a nap.) With my workload stepping up considerably this week, I have to step back from the fun. Damn it.

2) Resources: While the list of places SirFoodiku and I have visited is not exhausted, it is dwindling rapidly. Weekly posts allow us to keep going through that list while adding new places. Frankly, some weeks, we don’t want to try something new. We want our comfortable eateries and our predictable orders. And sometimes, we just want popcorn for dinner.

3) Goals: I started this blog for fun. Above all responsibilities and aspirations, I am a writer who loves reviewing restaurants. But reviewing, in general, does not pay. So, when people actually started reading the blog, I got greedy. Little images of freelance checks and Foodiku t-shirt sales tickled my grey matter. I talked to SirFoodiku about shifting the blog to a new web address, so we could start advertising and selling random stuff. And then I realized . . . that was a lot of work, and that’s not what I came here to do. I decided to stick to my original purpose: silly haiku about restaurants with mix-ins of serious reviews.

Plus, I’m really tired and getting old. I can’t keep up with you damn kids on my lawn with your saggy butt pants and your hipster mustaches.

We want to continue entertaining/annoying/mehing you, but it’ll be with less frequency. Please keep reading and sharing. It means more than we can ever say. Thank you!

* Want to know the meaning of life? It’s time management. And 42.

A week of light posting:

• Mostly dislike for Mustard’s
• Some random thoughts on Arby’s
• My elixir
• Empty fingers, dull brain

From people who actually posted this week:

• I was taught this at a young age, but . . . Days Inn as a whole is a red flag
• If someone made me roast chicken as a romantic gesture, I would not turn it down . . .
• Despite my immaturity in thinking these look a little inappropriate, I’m making these later today
• Slakingfool gives me a new place to put on my list
• Suddenly, I feel less alone in the world
• The Bloggess and Victor have the best conversations
• Ovari

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I’ll leave you with my delicious and lovely Asian Chicken Salad from Panera:

And those mini-shakes**
from the value meal? Tiny,
jamocha shake fix!

But really, Arby’s?
High-calorie crap. “Good mood
food?” Not remotely***.

* With the proper amount of suction . . .

** I once took a picture of the adorable, tiny shakes at Arby’s, and that picture has come up missing. So here’s a link to a picture that someone else took of their tiny adorableness (courtesy: Would I Buy It Again? Blog).

*** “You’ve made your decision then?“

Though Sugar Biscuits
call my sweet tooth, Mustard’s does
nothing to draw me.

• When you’re here, you’re not Australian
• A classic, never-miss, romantic spot
• What happens when work gets crazy
• Prairie Meadows’ steakhouse, AJ’s
• Cici’s . . . wash your hands. Wash ‘em a lot. You know why? Because people are dirty. (Watch the whole clip, then click on New Year’s Resolutions.)
• Found ‘em!

On far more interesting blogs and websites:

• The traveling red dress at The Bloggess
• XKCD and Suckville
• My favorite game website: Sporcle

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To end the week, enjoy the beauty that is the ceiling at Hoyt Sherman Place:

Thanks for the cookies, SirFoodiku.