This is a question I ask often. Must be the Italian in me loving to hear what people have for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
You can learn a lot about a person knowing what they eat.
Tito the doorman: chicken pizza, extra scamotz with a medium coke. Doesn’t take much to please him.
My pal Ed: a thrombosis sandwich and coffee with half and half (fried egg, bacon and cheese on a roll.) He and his stomach, live on the edge.
Camille: carrot sticks, three almonds and a martini. You can never be too thin or too thin.
Max across the hall: lox on a bagel with cream cheese, extra onion and capers. And he wonders why he can’t get a date.
Al the plumber: veal Parmesan with a side order of tortellini, fried calamari to start with three carafes of red (and a heart surgeon).
Tallulah the Bishon: anything you have on hand including leather, mustard and gum. I’m a dog after all.
Susannah: an apple with peanut butter, a Pop-Tart, a bag of Lays, M&Ms, and a shot of vodka over ice.
A woman of a certain age who’s leaving her stomach to science.