Enjoyed because of the company, natch.
But also enjoyed because of the lunch itself.
We went to Olive and Bean, one of my absolute favourite Newcastle eateries, and I partook of one of their delightful salads, containing all the usual green things, as well as chicken, bacon, and avocado.
However, there’s just something about eating a salad, which I find confusing.
On the plus side: it looks beautiful (all those bright colours) and it gives one a terribly worthy feeling; a feeling of health and goodness, which I can only identify as salad smugness.
However, on the negative side: it often doesn’t live up to expectations, as I find myself feeling somewhat unsatisfied, and sure that the meal is lacking in something (usually in the carbohydrate food group), and the salad smugness does have a tendency to leave me eating a large amount of less worthy foods for the rest of the day; as if the fact that I just ate a bowl of leaves at lunch allows me to eat a bag of doughnuts, a packet of biscuits and a chip butty for tea (not that I’m necessarily saying that that’s what happened today. Maybe.)
What about you? Does the idea of salad as a meal fit in your world?
In summary: swings and roundabouts.