a very big lunch (lyn)

Number one, I don’t like big lunches.  And number two, I especially don’t like big lunches when I know I will choose poorly.  Today, Shari and I are meeting for lunch at T-Bar with our 19 year old sons, Alexander and Sam.  Before even stepping into the restaurant, Alexander and I both know that we will be ordering a burger and fries.  Sam orders the same, but Shari chooses more judiciously and gets the tuna tartare.  The lunch and laughter are great; the guilt after is not.