Idea: Just once, switch the menus of breakfast and dinner. Hash browns and pancakes instead of Moroccan stew and tofu tiles. A pile of scrambled eggs and a hot waffle with coffee and orange juice instead of tasteless chuckwagon corn and a warm glass of Hi-C. All I can say is “Oh, baby.”
In all honesty, Harvard eats aren’t too shabby. We complain because we have to—students love to relate to one another through mutual bitching and moaning about common oppressions such as mediocre food, constant problem sets, Expos (for the first-years) and how the Lampoon won’t accept heterosexual compers.
But seriously—how sweet would a warm croissant breakfast sandwich taste right now instead of some baked and breaded chicken? Mmmmm.
—K.S.M. Weaver
