For the past few years, my friend John has eaten lunch at a small Italian restaurant in Germantown called Vanelli's Deli on a weekly basis.

I've been to the Blue Monkey for drinks plenty of times, but until today, I hadn't ever tried the food. The menu is fairly basic, full of mostly standards like sandwiches, salads, po boys, pizzas and baked potatoes.

Felicia Suzanne is the sort of nice restaurant where the host takes your coat, new silverware is brought out after every course, and your server scrapes the crumbs off of the table with a tiny, angled silver blade. But as upscale as the restaurant is, it's never pretentious.

I have a confession to make: sometimes, I have no idea where to eat lunch. As confessions go, it's not terribly salacious, but it's a little sad, given how often I make lunch recommendations for other people. When I'm not sure what I want for lunch, I do the same thing you do - I ask Twitter.

A few nights ago, I was craving tacos, but my beloved Fuego Maya was closed for the night. Dejected, I headed down Macon, considering my options.

Last year, while on a derby trip to Evansville, I ate at a tiny, family-owned Mongolian Grill called Charlie's.

When we walked into Ryu Sushi last night, my friend John looked around, noticed the two disco balls hanging from the ceiling and said, "This place looks like it's awesome." He was totally right - Ryu oozes atmosphere. In addition to the disco balls, there's a long sushi bar, a few TVs, and several large Japanese paintings (the one we were sitting next to was a Lichtenstein-esque collage depicting people in the throes of what looked to be some rather serious ennui).

It's finally gotten cold in Memphis, and the weather has given me some rather extreme soup cravings. I think I've eaten some sort of pho or bisque or broth for at least four of my last five meals.