So, I order chicken salad.
What does that mean to you?
To me it means shredded up chicken bits mixed up with mayonnaise, possibly some salt, a little pepper and (if you're lucky) grapes and/or raisins.
Apparently, to the person behind the sandwich counter at Cucina, "chicken salad" means a chicken caesar wrap sandwich.
Of course, much like the time I was at Taco Bell and ended up with a "carne asada" gordita instead of a far superior "beef" gordita, it meant not opening up the wrapped up package until I was back at my desk.
Sometimes there is little pleasure in life.
Today it was supposed to be in the form of chicken salad.
I think I'll take dinner into my own hands.