A few weeks back my colleague Sara made a lunchtime pilgrimage to Little Skillet, which she documented here. I was able to scam a few bites of the toothsome fried chicken, it's dark brown skin fused to the meat, supernaturally crisp and expertly seasoned. Good stuff is issuing forth from this kitchen.
My former co-worker, Melissa, had the theory that one must eat salad for lunch (i.e. slightly starve yourself) or risk falling asleep at work. For those with any kind of work ethic, she has a point.