Lunch gets seriously weird when an AI decides what's on the menu

I know this isn't Instagram, but fuck it. I'm writing an article about what I had for lunch. If you haven't tuned out already, don't worry. Earlier today, I attended a press event for IBM's Watson at London's iconic Wimbledon tennis grounds. Sandwiching the presentations and panels (pun 100-percent intended) was a'cognitive breakfast' and a'cognitive lunch.' Say what?