Every Friday the pizza area of the subpar Aramark cafeteria inside my office building has some form of roll.  Now, because my office is in the wasteland of Long Island City (good luck with those “affordable” “luxury” condos to be built atop toxic industrial dirt) there really is only a few options of food, and something that is a 3 of 10 someplace else might be an 8 or 9 out of 10 here. 

For the past however many Friday’s I’ve enjoyed it when they have Taco Rolletto’s being served.  They don’t have them every Friday, and this is one of those 3’s that have become a 9. 

This past Friday I was excited that it was on the menu.  When I got to the pizza area I had this conversation….

Beehive:  Excuse me, what’s the roll?

Pizza Guy:  We had tacos on Monday.

Beehive:  Soooo it’s a Taco Rolletto?

Pizza Guy:  WE.  HAD.  TACOS.  ON.  MONDAY!

Beehive:  So this is the leftovers from five days ago?

Pizza Guy:  Yes it is.

Beehive:  Ew…I’ll have that (probably old) vegetable personal pie.

So yeah, apparently all of the rolls are little more than five days old former dishes. 

Indeed, there are zero places of food value to eat near my office building.  Other than the view of Manhattan, there is absolutely nothing of value to the location of my office building.