A few weeks into the school year, I opened Beli and saw a sight I never expected to see. Jonathan Edwards Dining Hall, ranked on my feed, and boldly categorized as “Food Court.” Food Court? I thought - how disgraceful. Granted, I’d never thought of a dining hall as something you could or   should actually review, but as a JE lover, I decided that at the very least it could be considered a restaurant. With rotating menus, dedicated chefs, and each carrying their own ambience a

Naturally, my plans for the following Friday had been cemented. I needed to attend the festivities. All week, I not so patiently waited for the day. Dinner time rolled around, and I was off. I filled my red and white checkered paper tray with ALLLL of the pickles imaginable. 

It’s 12:01 am. You just got kicked out of Sterling Library and are on your treacherous walk home after a long day of grinding. Your stomach rumbles because you only took a few bites of the dry pork chop and mashed potato at dinner five hours ago. You decide it’s time for meal number four.  Where do you go? Gheav is open, but do you really want to traverse those aisles on a weekday? You are probably sick of bacon-egg-and-cheeses and green grapes anyway. Nice Day Chinese is ope

I’ve realized it’s not really the yogurt I’m obsessed with. It’s the reliability. Yogurt doesn’t try too hard;  it’s simple, steady, and unpretentious.

If food is a love language, Yale just whispered 16 sweet nothings in 16 different dialects—and I, shamelessly, devoured every word. 

It pains me to say that the new “Greens, Grains & Grill” option is wonderful.

Gosh, how hard it must be for us Berkeleyites.