NEWS
May 23, 2013 | By Walter F. Naedele, Inquirer Staff Writer
Tom's Lunch, which stood across from the Budd Co. factory in Nicetown, had a family history touching two families. It was named Pete's, after Tom Bezanis' father, when it opened in the 1920s in a tin shed on Hunting Park Avenue near Fox Street. But Tom told a Philadelphia Daily News reporter in 2003 that one day, Edward G. Budd, an executive of the family-owned firm and a regular customer, told Pete that he had bought the property and that Pete's would have to move nearby. The reporter wrote, "Budd built him a new place and said he'd never have to worry about the rent.
NEWS
September 22, 2011 | By Elisa Ludwig, For The Inquirer
Despite Jamie Oliver's best intentions, the obstacles to making healthy homemade school lunches are still daunting: busy working parents, limited food budgets, picky kids, the temptations of processed foods at every turn. Yet the solution, for some lunch-packing parents, might be as simple as finding the right container: trading in the American brown bag for the Japanese bento box. With a long history in Japan and variations in Korea, India, and the Philippines, the multi-compartment bento box is not new, but in recent years it has gained popularity as a lunch box among health-conscious parents.
SPORTS
April 13, 2011
WASHINGTON - During his day off in Washington, Charlie Manuel ate lunch and dinner with his daughter, Julie, who works in the city. She was able to take an extra hour for lunch, but only because of her dad's stature. "Her boss said it was OK as long as I get him World Series tickets," Manuel said. How many times do you think Manuel has been asked to do that favor? - Matt Gelb
NEWS
January 18, 2013 | By Eric Mustin
If you want to get ahead in corporate America, you have to answer this question correctly: Do you eat lunch, or do you crush lunch? What do I mean by crush , you ask? I'm not referring to physical flattening, as of a cardboard box. I'm talking about complete domination - the way an NBA franchise might crush a girls' junior varsity squad. Crushing lunch is one of the most important skills in the corporate workplace. If you can high-five, fist-pump, and lunch-crush, you are going to do big things in this world.
NEWS
January 17, 1991 | By David Lieber, Inquirer Staff Writer
Almost every working day, a secretary for Montgomery County's two Republican commissioners calls a restaurant near the Norristown courthouse to ask about the daily luncheon specials. Orders are placed, a box filled with lunches is delivered, and four high- ranking county officials share a quiet lunch behind closed doors. Taxpayers pick up the tab. Last year, the lunch bills totaled $5,587, according to county records released yesterday by Democratic minority Commissioner Rita C. Banning.
NEWS
March 29, 1994 | by Rose DeWolf, Daily News Staff Writer
Crunch. Munch. Slurp. Crunch. Munch. Slurp. What's that? It's the guy at the next desk having lunch. The number of folks who have taken to dining al desko is causing some new problems in the workplace. A co-worker who doesn't wipe up her spilled soup in the microwave is as irritating as the guy who never replaces the paper in the copy machine. And the smell of frozen flounder florentine is as noxious to some as now- banned cigarette smoke used to be to many.
NEWS
July 5, 2002 | By MARYBETH T. HAGAN
A REPRESENTATIVE of the city slipped a little surprise under the windshield wiper of my car when it was parked in the shadow of the Convention Center on 13th Street near Arch the other day. I received my first parking ticket. I had carefully weighed my decision to back into that spot in a one-hour parking zone. After the first quarter clicked and the little arrow on the meter granted me 15 minutes, I glanced at the parking lot next to me. Should I stay at the metered spot and have to interrupt lunch with my friend Kia to dash back to feed the hungry machine, I wondered?
NEWS
September 29, 2002 | By Heather Hewett FOR THE INQUIRER
I peered at the itinerary clipped onto my handlebars and read the name: "Abbaye de Pontleroy. " In front of us, the sign read "Ferm?. " "Strike two," my husband said, getting back onto his bike. We had left Montrichard that morning, planning to tour some of the Loire Valley's lesser-known castles. It was late September, after the high season - still good for biking but not, apparently, for smaller tourist destinations. First a ch?teau and now the abbey: both closed. To make matters worse, after four hours of cycling, we still hadn't found lunch.
SPORTS
April 25, 2004 | By Shannon Ryan INQUIRER STAFF WRITER
Bensalem's relay team thought it had time. The four boys who made up the first team to represent the school in a Penn Relays Championship of America 4x100 race had the best of intentions when they left Franklin Field for a lunch of fruit salad, pizza and baked ziti - carbohydrates and hydration - just a few blocks away. The relays were running about a half hour behind schedule anyway. When they were done warming up and pinning bibs to their blue spandex tops, they reached the race area just in time to hear the gun go off and see their competitors race without them.
NEWS
May 6, 1990 | By Gloria A. Hoffner, Special to The Inquirer
Brian Brennan, 17, is a straight-A student at Springfield High School, where his schedule includes five advanced-placement courses as well as orchestra and choir. The grueling routine requires the senior to attend classes from 7:44 a.m. through 2:25 p.m. without a break, not even a lunch period. It's a high-pressure pace that he willingly accepts, Brennan said, to be among the school's academic elite and to be a freshman in the University of Pennsylvania's Class of 1995. "I see lunch as a waste.