Courthouse Cuisine On Trial
|Courtroom sketch-artist depiction of ham & cheese sandwich allegedly used against victim.|
- Subzero temperatures. It's easy to spot veteran jurists such as myself. We're the ones bundled in winter jackets, mittens, and ear muffs.
- Lame movies. Last time it was Eddie Murphy in Daddy Day Care. This time around it was a miserable Matthew McConaughey movie -- or at least the snippet viewed seemed awful. I sat the film out in "the quiet room". Admittedly The Blind Side was a decent pick for the second feature, especially because I hadn't yet seen it.
- Underwhelming cuisine dished from a cafeteria line, supplemented by drowsy pre-made salads and narcoleptic sandwiches. Or maybe the movies just make me sleepy.
Normally I know to bring my own food or to procure something from nearby restaurants. But this time, for the sake of journalism (or at least something approximating journalism), I decided to put the courthouse cuisine to the test. Or at least I decided to do so until I saw the spaghetti & meatballs lunch special. Sorry, but I happen to have a specific rule-of-thumb that says never order spaghetti & meatballs in a courthouse cafeteria. We will have to declare it a mistrial.
Luckily there was an Au Bon Pain on the first floor, which is six flights down but quite a step up (and I bet that's the first time the words "luckily there was an Au Bon Pain" have ever been written). I had a ham and swiss on a fresh ciabatta bread. To phrase it understatedly, the ham wasn't of the highest grade available, but for around seven dollars it wasn't a bad sandwich at all. Prices were reasonable across the board, so Au Bon Pain is found innocent of taking advantage of court-bound diners.
I made it to jury selection, but was not picked from the pool of prospectives. Still, I learned quite a bit from my day in court, including how I don't spend nearly enough afternoons sitting around watching movies.