Restaurants, Part Two

It was expected, from the company, that, as we had moved into Oakwood Apartments, the dinner expenses would reduce as we would be feeding ourselves Kraft dinner from the local supermarkets, however, our usually frugal boss on site, Harold, objected quite fiercely to this suggestion.

It was, at times, somewhat of a drag to go out every night, yet we knew that we should be claiming a meal on our expenses and we found many ways to use creative accounting to ensure that we grabbed our per diem, although that figure was never disclosed.

There were places, like the Hyatt Hotel, that did not itemise their printed bills, while others, like the Rusty Pelican, Hof's Hut and Bobby McGees had a small, unfilled, rip off strip at the bottom of their bills that became the basis for a meal expense claim.

The one thing we did find, was that for two or more nights per week, bars in the area would have elaborate happy-hour food specials that we would take full advantage of, and, it was polite to drink their beer while we were eating.