I don't believe in working lunches. I believe in eating lunches. One of the highest functions of the Lunch is precisely to excape from work, second only to the actual consumption of food. To be able to step away from whatever pointless piece of nonsense you're struggling to invest with purpose and walk right out of the building under the nose of the boss, who glowers and grinds his teeth at the towering injustice of having to pay you to spend an hour indulging in a gluttonous orgy of gastronomical engorgement, that is a moment to be savored. The sensation is diluted somewhat when you no longer have a boss, but only somewhat. Instead of stickin it to the Man, you're stickin it to the Self, but that's pretty much what I've been doing my whole life, so I'm comfortable with it.