Tonight at my house, a small group of us will gather to watch thegreat drama unfold. In my mind, there is no better sustenance for thisthan a giant, simmering pot of tomato bread soup andan egalitarian spanse of sandwich fixins. It might be a good social experiment, will the McCainsters pick the truffled cheese while theObamists go for cheddar? Will the Libertarians bogart the prosciuttobefore you get there? Will the fennel spread be shunned or revered bythe Green Party? All are welcome at my sandwich bar.
If you are a little too revolutionary to be invited to any parties, you'll be welcomed at Chino Latinowhere they have commanded Happy Hour to last all night long. From opento close, you'll be able to score $4 Donkey Punch cocktails and cheap,cheap, cheap munchies such as empanadas, mini tortas, and dollar tacos.
Let's face it, whatever happens tonight, we all need to cometogether as a country. What better way is there to do that than withfood? Life in America is one big potluck; it's your duty to bring adish to share. Here's my suggestion: Knowing that there is a potentialfor long lines, why not bring snacks for your fellow voters? I'm goingto the polls armed with a tin of all-American chocolate chip cookiesand a bag of candy corn mixed with peanuts because only a anarchistcould resist that.