Today we went to the Macaroni Grill to celebrate a co-worker leaving for California. I've been trying to eat healthy lately, so I checked out the menu beforehand. Pretty much my only options were soup, and Pollo Magro, a honey-glazed chicken breast with brocolli and asparagus. At Kareem's suggestion, I chose the latter, and it was very good and filling, and it wasn't too much trouble to ignore the delicious piles of pasta on the plates of everyone else there.
But the thing that was the true test of will was the free peasant bread and olive oil provided as soon as you sit down. That bread has rosemary in it, and nothing gets me like the smell of rosemary. DAMN YOU, Macaroni Grill.
I stayed strong, but I still can't get the scent out of my brain.