Granted, most Dunkin' Donuts are no better, but patrons who fear the loss of their favorite full-bodied coffee need only walk a few blocks southward to find the flagship of the Dunkin' Donuts fleet. At the JFK Street Dunkin' Donuts (a.k.a. the "Eliot Street Caf"--the restaurant is so ashamed of its begrimed brethren it assumes a stately pseudonym), diners munch Crullers at marble tables adorned with bright carnations, surrounded by wood-paneled walls. So what if the marble, flowers and cherry are fake? The caf is clean and almost classy--it's the glam to Mass Ave.'s grunge.
Students should thank the COOP for cleansing Mass Ave. of this festering eyesore--its time has come. The immortal words of Bruce Springsteen, a songwriter of McCartneyian proportions who is purported to have made his Boston debut in the Bow, are appropriate: "Glory days, yeah they'll pass you by, glory days." In the case of the Bow, this is regrettable. But as for Dunkin' Donuts, I say: Good riddance.
Hugh P. Liebert '01 is a social studies concentrator in Eliot House.