There are two universal truths to lunchtime in the Big Apple: there is no shortage of places to eat, and you can probably find every conceivable cuisine within a three-block radius of your office. You can literally have whatever you want, as long as you can pull yourself away from your desk long enough to grab it.

The problem with having so many choices is that one can almost become paralyzed with indecision. Which is my current rationalization for eating lunch at Hale & Hearty. Every. Day. Like Rain Man, with the toothpicks and the cheeseballs, I show up my local location at 1:00 sharp Monday thru Friday. After three months, the counter girls know me by name, screaming