lunch

I'm not sure what to think of the Friday lunch club I've been hoodwinked into joining. Last week's Middle Eastern place was quite good, and The Indian Oven truck stop - which they tried the week before - is first rate. But today's Phở Van was really nothing to speak of. Bekki insisted on driving by the Atmosphere Café on old Route 66 before we headed back to work. She barked "It was known for its ribs," - apparently a while back, judging from the late Paleozoic look of the place.