I've been asked how the food is over here at the Olympics in London.
I think because black and white, grainy images of porridge and gruel pop in folks' head and they get a negative feeling about British food.
Thanks a lot Charles Dickens! jerk.
Actually the food has been quite nice.
And even better... free.
I'm working in the NBC cluster of offices in the INTERNATIONAL BROADCAST CENTER CENTER CENTER CENTER CENTER center ......
Kidding. Just adding some audio effects to the blog... ahem.
But this place is friggin huge, Mr. Bigglesworth. And a sneeze echos for 9 hours... and all visible light disappears into its extreme gravity and its mass dissolves even the strongest covalent bonds and the food is free.
((2:16pm QUEEN'S TIME: I just took a bite of this awesome British chocolate with caramel in it and now it's all over my computer, but i don't care.))
Point: The food is good. The picture at the very top of this Everest Edition of the Turnerloose novella is from a BBQ restaurant I found on the street:
But it was so good, I'm trying to find 30 minutes of free time so I can get a pulled pork sandwich again.
Oh, and there are sports going on here too.