Sentences with phrase «lunch spot called»

A local lunch spot called Mixt Greens ($ 14 salad, anyone?)

Mangano and Singh began their «real, deep friendship» when Mangano was still a young attorney with a Bethpage printing business and Singh owned a Bethpage lunch spot called «No Bananas,» Keating said.

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In the new TV spot called «The Chase,» which is set to Blondie's hit «One Way Or Another,» six women separately view better - dressed versions of themselves doing better things, like running a fashion business, riding a motorcycle or enjoying a leisurely lunch.

Rachel: My favorite lunch spot is called Zoe's Kitchen.

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

When his mother calls him from work demanding that he go buy wood glue to fix a broken shutter, it's the beginning of an adventure - filled day that brings him into orbit with older brother Pat (Ed Helms), a paint salesman whose fears that his marriage is disintegrating are confirmed when he spots wife Linda (Judy Greer, gorgeously lit) having lunch with another man.

Flamingo Beach is adults - only, but there's a family - friendly beach called Iguana Beach for adults and kids with a lunch spot.

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.

To start, it will be a two hour, gradual uphill hike, until we reach our lunch spot at the first village, called Kiswarani.

- Nintendo - themed bao spot called Baoser - opening on Southeast Hawthorne Boulevard in Portland, Oregon - will be decorated «like Bowser's castle» from Super Mario Bros. - bao are fluffed - up steamed buns folded like tacos around various fillings - there will also be «Yoshi steak,» a marinated flank steak with buns and sesame broccoli slaw, and broccoli puree - will be open for lunch and late nights till 3 am, starting the last week of May

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.