“Would Gordon Ramsay cry in this kitchen?”
WOULD GORDON RAMSAY CRY IN THIS KITCHEN?
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Remember that first year, stepping into the dining hall? A buffet of possibilities, or so it seemed. Fast forward to exam season, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the same rotation of pasta. The cafeteria isn't just a place to eat; it's the backdrop to so many chapters of our Ivy journey. It’s where we celebrated midterms, commiserated over bad grades, and stumbled in at 2 AM for a midnight snack that blurred the lines between nourishment and existential despair.
We've all had those moments. Staring at a plate, wondering if it's fuel for a late-night essay or just another culinary mystery. Did anyone else develop a specific ritual for avoiding the mystery meat? Or perhaps you found that one hidden gem, the unsung hero of the hot line? The mishaps are legendary – the accidental ingredient, the spilled tray, the epic quest for a decent cup of tea when all you needed was a spark of academic genius.
Even now, years removed, the memory of those meals lingers. The shared tables, the whispered conversations, the silent understanding as you faced another plate of "chef's special." These weren't just meals; they were moments of connection, of shared struggle, of fleeting normalcy amidst relentless rigor. What's your most unforgettable dining hall memory? The one that perfectly encapsulates the glorious, bewildering, sometimes questionable, culinary landscape of our alma maters? Let's talk about the food that shaped us, for better or worse.
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