Football food fever

Did you see the spanking that the Colts gave my sentimental favorite New Orleans Saints? Yeah, I missed it too...'cuz of a little thing called work. So instead of hanging over a bar with hot wings and a pint from the tap at Busby's or Ye Rustic Inn or even stinkin' TGIF, I stole a Luna bar (peanut butter flavored, at least) from my colleague and ate that in front of my computer.

That's okay. I'm not bitter or anything.

To remind me that I missed a kickin' kick-off, I got this in the mail:

Despite the totally misogynistic display, the Beach Blanket Buffet sounds kinda delicious...or at least, breakfasty. You can't really mess up the awesomeness of eggs and hash brown with a Sunday morning football game. (Well, unless you totally suck.)

The LA Times family was even game for a new football year. The cafeteria downstairs has been promoting a tailgate "party" all week:

But when Alie and I actually went downstairs during our "lunch" hour (which is like at 4pm) and were faced with this:

we opted for salad and some cold pasta instead. Actually the chicken or hot dog option (or even burgers and pizza) didn't look bad at all. I think I was really just craving the hot wings with a brewski...from a keg...not that we had one yesterday during a meet-and-greet with the rest of Times Interactive, or anything.