POGGI | Eulogy for the Mac’s Salad

Everyone has their routines. The unchanging route you take to class. Laundry on Tuesdays and grocery shopping on Saturdays. Sock, sock, shoe, shoe. One of my favorite routines of my past two years at Cornell has been my weekly Mac’s salad. The customization options created a meal tailored to your tastes; if you ignored the BRB acceptance and the Statler interior, one could almost imagine this was an off-campus meal. So when I returned to campus this fall, excited to indulge in one of my most grounding routines, I was dismayed to see the salad bar had been replaced by grab-and-go options. I reached out to Cornell Dining to learn more.

A Guide to the Best Hangover Food at Terrace

Cornell can be a cold and hard place. The brutal Ithaca weather combined with equally tough classes can often push some Cornellians to clear their minds through less school sanctioned methods. Imagine this. After finishing an especially tough prelim or paper in the middle of your week, the only thing you want to do is forget about it. As you scroll through Netflix for the most mind-numbing show available, your friend bursts through the door and hands you a drink.

DZODZOMENYO | Not Your Typical Campus Job

My buzzer goes off on the dimly lit floor, but the apron knotted at the small of my back absorbs the vibrations. I weave my way out of the dining area, past the host stand, through the bar space and into the kitchen to fetch the entrees, making sure to move with simultaneous briskness and poise. I steel myself as I brace for the three-plate carry: seat one — handkerchiefpasta, sideofbrussels; seat two — halibut, nocouscoussubancientgrains; seat four — NewYorkstrip, medium. How did I end up here? Me: a young, black vegetarian, setting a slab of dead animal in front of this upper-crust white gentleman in the hopes he’ll tip well and not call me “hon”?