Thursday, September 27, 2007

Lunchspot 2. Red Rail Car

Across from the glassy front of the Thompson's Station Grill (and adjacent Town Hall, or "Town hole"?) and the glassy stares of its overstuffed patrons, the bright red rail car sits just waiting for eager lunchers to dine on its not-quite-comfortable grating. Sit on the side opposite the Grill and enjoy the view of a nearby farm stretching out, and on a distant hill, the lone dark tree in the middle of a field. Contemplate the similarities and differences between yourself and the lonely tree as you munch on cheese, prosciutto and melon. Wash it down with a cool pilsner. Don't forget to pack out your trash!

This lunchspot features View and Improvised Seating

Friday, September 21, 2007

Lunchspot 1. United Methodist Parking Lot, Picnic Benches

Under the sprawling shady boughs of an old tree across from the Old School Cafe, find a couple benches huddling together, simply anxious to be lunched upon. Sit a spell, escape the noonday sun and spread out your lunch as cars crunch across the gravel parking lot in front of the Cafe. Ham and cheese. Potato chips. Sun drop. A cloth napkin. Ahhhh...

This lunchspot features Sanctioned Seating

Thursday, September 20, 2007

First Things

As we slowly and laboriously gather and post the data on our lunches heretofore, I thought it would be useful in the meantime to provide further tactical info on our current theater of lunch, Spring Hill / Thompson Station (henceforth "SH/TS"):

As you can see, the SH/TS area is a manageable, if unexciting, theater encompassing a little less than the sum area of 17.7 + 14.7 square miles respectively, or a little less than 32.4 square miles.

Here are shown the locations of 25 major food service facilities in SH/TS.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Lunchland Launchpad

We hereby institute Lunchland, the official weblog of the Spring Hill, Tennessee lunch club.

We're not so much sick of your pimple-faced burger-hacks and orange linoleum as we are desirous to be the masters of our own manducatory mores — as Man was meant to be. We reclaim the midday refreshment al fresco, the fast-fading Déjeuner sur l'herbe that feeds not only the belly, but nourishes the soul with the purity of Sun and Air. Here is Man in his native Element and engaged in his instinctual Activity — the best that he is or can be, for here he knows that he can be no better than to take repast in Nature's pasture.