Free At Last

My civic duty as a juror concluded yesterday, and among other more profound legal lessons, one of the biggest things I learned is jury duty lunch doesn't have to be depressing. I decided to donate a part of the $30 daily juror payment to the "Subway-depresses-me-and-Au Bon Pain's-not-much-better" fund. And I won't even touch the subject of the courthouse cafeteria.

With a whopping 30 bucks burning a hole in my pocket, I spent my lunches away from the courthouse (and the code red air) at Rasika (see below), 701, Andale and Teaism. And I didn't even have to blow more than half my budget.