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.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
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