I don't think my colleagues realise how much of a burden buying lunch has become for them.
Every day there are the discussions about who is having what.
CW1: I feel like Thai for lunch. Want to come with me?
CW2: No, I had Thai last night. Can we get Chinese instead?
CW1: No, I don't feel like Chinese? Italian?
CW2: We're have reservations at [Italian place] for dinner.
They were still debating it when they left the office.
CW3: What are you having?
CW4: Oh, it's a salad from such-and-such. It's not very good on it's own, so you have to ask for extra this and that. You have to pay extra, of course, but it makes it edible.
CW1: What did you end up getting?
CW3: Oh, I couldn't be bothered going over the road so I just got this (from nearest cafe). It's actually not very good.
CW4: Oh, they gave me the wrong thing.
CW2: *examines meal* No, they didn't. That's what you ordered.
CW4: Oh. Well, it's not what I wanted. I wanted the noodles, not the soup.
They complain about the lines, the service, having to pay with cash at some places...
Four are on diets, two have food allergies and intolerances, and one is supposed to be on a tight budget.