Photo by Nicholas L. Hall Blessedly fusion-less.
I've spent the past few months locked in a cycle of pain. The pain of eating three pounds of fried rice for lunch every day, regretting it, and comforting that regret with more fried rice. It's a vicious cycle, really, and one conveniently fueled by a lunch hour that isn't, and a relative dearth of nearby options that I haven't gotten sick of. Including the fried rice, I guess, but that's not the point.
The point is, when a new lunch option opens up in the food court under my office in Four Houston Center, meaning I don't have to do much more than turn around at my desk in order to get there, I get excited. If only I could safely ride the escalator while seated...
Sorry, I got lost in a reverie of fatassening languor. Right. New lunch spot. So, it's called "Fusion Grillerz," which apparently means that they grill stuff, and also serve some Indian food. So far, I've not seen much in the way of fusion per se, but I don't really feel the need for a chole burger or hot dogs dressed with saag and raita. Actually, strike that; the Saag-Dog sounds kind of great. Somebody do that.