You walk back up the stairs and approach the door. It's a double door, usually reserved for very important individuals or places of dining. You migrate to one particular Diner at the end of each long day. There, you have a Shrimp and Grits daily. The folk there know you. They were some of your mother's students. Then, when you moved to the big city, you decided to eat at their place once a week, at first, but then you loved it so much after the first visit, you decided to do it daily.
You used to hate shrimp and grits when you were a child, but then you had the one at the Diner (that's what you call it "the Diner"), you instantly fell in love. The other neighbors on your floor, PS and AD, each have their own favorite meals. PS has Steak, and AD has Fried Chicken. Together, these all form the holy trifecta of meats. All of you have your own meat that you love. I said it, each of you love your own meat and you all yearn to have your meat throughout the day. And you can't have meat at the office because that would be unhygienic.