There used to be an anti-DC blog called DCSOB that was a good read.  But the guy hated DC so badly that he moved to Chicago and started a new blog.  He seems much better now.

In a recent rant on why he quit his job and left DC he did make one point that I completely agree with:

3) The steam table joint where I ate lunch most days. Sure, the cashiers were really nice. Sure, they let me fill my tray all over again for free when a Capitol Police officer knocked my tray over. Sure, duck quesadilla day was the best (it was probably just chicken, but whatever). Still, the DC steam table lunch is eerily analogous to the plight of the office worker: there are many choices, but they’re all flavorless and will make you fat and lethargic.

Amen, brother.  I dread going to lunch most days because of those steam table joints.  In our office we call it ‘food by the pound’ since that’s how they charge you for it.

More later.