There's a somewhat ominous eatery across the street from my office simply called "Food". I hadn't been to Food before, though it peaked my curiosity. Glowing like a red neon beacon, what is this Food all about? Fine dining? Imported goat-based entrees? How does Food stay in business? Is there a Food co-ed softball team?These mysteries must be solved!

I finally mustered the courage to go over there (at the behest of Gina) and got to live the Food experience. It turns out Food is essentially a soup-nazi style deli run by an acerbic Packers fan. Well, he looks like a Packers fan, though he could represent any of the upper-mid west's portly, mustachioed, mayonnaise enthusiasts. Oddly, his overbearing presence is like a breath of fresh air in the genteel, overly sensitive Boulder service industry. Actually, it was more like a blast of urine-scented air emerging from a subway tunnel, only minus the urban charm.

Nonetheless, the food at Food was quite good deli fare, though a bit pricey. I got a thick ol' roast beef sandwich (perhaps my masculinity felt threatened?) and a cup of cheddar broccoli soup. T'was good eating and I can honestly say that's the best Food I've ever had. I'll probably have Food again sometime, though I hear they might be opening an Eat down the street soon, right next to Gas.

Posted by James Dziezynski @ 10:41 AM