Shhh, don't tell anyone. But remember, you heard it here first.
I work in an office over in Dudley Square. I love it because I can walk to work in 10 minutes and there is a Boston Public Library next door. I hate it because if I forget my lunch I have the choice between pizza, Chinese, or a sub. I am not adding the fried chicken place to that list because I looooooove fried chicken. Nor am I adding the Haley House Bakery to that list because if I walk all the way to Haley, then I should just walk home for the lunch I forgot. But most people I work with go out every day because lunch break is usually catchupwithwork-returncalls-stufffacewithfood for a fast hour. And honestly, getting everyone in the office to order from the same place at the same time is like herding cats into a bath. This week a fellow walked into the office with a couple of menus for this mysterious soul food place. Furthermore this fella has offered to come in at 11:30 or so, take orders, and then deliver the food at lunchtime. I don't quite understand it, but apparently it j