And today’s Lunch of the Day is brought to you by Delonte West. I’ll tell you one thing, you couldn’t give me enough money in the world to eat food that was prepared by Delonte West’s hands. He’s like an infant. Always has filthy hands and his mood is completely unpredictable. What the hell is this anyways? I can visibly make out the eggs and potatoes, but what is that Texas sized piece of burnt shit. Steak? Hashbrowns? Whatever it is, I wouldn’t touch it. Not even after a drive way workout.