I love food. I seriously love food.
I will never apologize for loving food.
That being said, I am very upset when I order food and it's not what I was expecting.
My bosses often buy my lunch under the "You fly, I buy" theory (if I go and get it, they're willing to pay for it) because they're usually stuck on conference calls or at their desks.
Today we ordered Bertucci's -- instead of pizza I tried to opt for something healthier -- Rigatoni with shrimp and broccoli in a white wine sauce. What I got was a container full of pasta, 5 shrimp (okay) and like 5 pieces of broccoli.
It's a broccoli injustice.
Broccoli > Pasta on any day of the week.