Today is Chris' birthday, so we let him pick where we would have lunch. He chose Peppers.
The charm of this place is that it's small, dumpy, limited in its menu, and relatively quick. The food tastes okay when you're eating it (I had a double cheesburger with everything-- the burgers are flame broiled-- and fries), but a little while later, you tend to remember why this is a once-a-quarter event.
'Nuff said. Next topic:
We walked back to the office and there was a band playing in the plaza at the building across the street. As we approached, we heard a respectable version of "Sweet Home Alabama," which was okay for a song I've heard a kabillion times, then it morphed into Warren Zevon's "Werewolves of London." Nice segue, and I never realized it had the same bassline. After a verse or two, it further morphed into the Grateful Dead's "Franklin's Tower," again with the same bassline. Then all three songs got squished together. It was a neat musical stream-of-consciousness in an overplayed-classic-rock kind of way. All this was courtesy of a group called Maryann and the Professors.
Moving on with the afternoon now.