Sentences with phrase «little lunch spot»

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LOCATION Beyond Bread have picked a great location; a little shop in Charlotte's Place, which hits the west end sweet spot between the hordes of office workers with lunch money to burn and the tourists drifting off Oxford Circus.

It's been widely reported that our current FLOTUS enjoys a Southern twist as she and her closest pals have been spotted scooting into Acadiana restaurant several times, lunching over healthy Watermelon Salads with Feta along with a little decadence — Oyster Po'Boys, Shrimp & Grits and Seafood Crêpes!

Delightful little hot spot for breakfast or lunch or anything in between.

I think my kids will love packing thier lunch inside it's own little spot.

Have grandma stop by for an hour or two and go out for lunch, or get a little dressed up and head to an old favorite dinner spot.

Honey is used in this lunch for eating as well as «crafting» — the little giraffe spots are «glued» down with honey From Michelle of Creative Food:

By the time we were finished at Buena Vista we were all ready for some lunch so we stopped off at El Molino Central, an adorable and quaint little Mexican spot that was serving up some of the most delicious Mexican food I'd had.

If you are looking for something really special and unique (like my beige little lunch box) this is your spot!

We went out to lunch at one of our favorite spots downtown, and it was so nice to spend time just the two of us and feel a little normal again.

I called my mom and she agreed to go with me to one of our favorite lunch spots for a little photo shoot.

We went to the cutest spot for lunch and definitely indulged a little too much... I definitely wanted to take a nap afterward.

Well on the first day we went out to lunch at this fun little hole - in - the - wall restaurant and as we were walking over I spotted a darling boutique!

I made sure to squeeze in some shopping and exploring, then had lunch at Westville Chelsea, a cute little spot on 18th street near Chelsea Market.

You can choose a local spot where you pay a little swimming fees and spend a little money on lunch.

In the end we ended up visiting the Tegalalang Rice Terraces, the Rock Temple of Gunung Kawi with its shrines carved into the rock wall, the Elephant Cave Temple, a coffee plantation, and we also enjoyed lunch at Sari Restaurant — a great little spot with magnificent views of Mount Batur.

The Hotel is located directly across the road from the lovely parklands at Treasury Gardens, giving conference delegates the opportunity for a little morning exercise, a nice spot for lunch or some team building activities.

It wasn't long before the sea started to get a little more crowded, and with arms sore from surfing and bellies sore from laughing, we decided to call it a day and head back to base camp for a hot shower and spot of lunch overlooking our new favourite playground.

Opened in 2012 by the owners of the long - time favorite Kailua - Kona restaurant Huggo's, Eric von Platen Luder and Scott Dodd, this wonderful little hideaway sits on a wide sandy beach and is adjacent to the open - air Lava Lava Beach Club restaurant, a favorite spot for evening cocktails (including a terrific afternoon happy hour with great deals on pupu snacks), lunch with views of the sea, and sunset dinners with live music.

When breakfast is too early and lunch is too late, these 35 spots have you covered, whether you seek a fancy brunch fit for your mother - in - law or one that's a little less over-the-top.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.

It'd be the perfect little spot for lunch and even a night cap;)