Yeah, I know, the Gods don't eat lunch, but if they did, they'd be parking their derrieres at Doumar's, right here in Norfolk, Va. And if they had any smarts (which, as I have pointed out on numerous occasions, we can't just assume, what with their, shall we say, spotty track record), they would call Dottie or Flo over and order them up a Taylor Pork Roll sandwich with a order of fries (if you say an order of fries, they'll think you're putting on airs) and a limeaid. Which is pretty much what I did. Dave got two barbecues (he's a bit under the weather) and the two of us had us a lunch.