Going back to Phan’s post from the last CT.
My freshman year at Wake, Subway was the only non-pit offering. And that was before they redid the Pit. I ate Subway probably 10 times per week that year. I can’t even look at it now.
Was Benson not open our freshman year? I also remember occasionally eating at that little satellite cafeteria in the law school that year.
Was Benson not open our freshman year? I also remember occasionally eating at that little satellite cafeteria in the law school that year.
My center’s dad passed away unexpectedly last night and I’ve been over at his house all morning without even the slightest idea of how to console him. I also buried the guy that was my assistant coach for over a decade last weekend. I’m gonna drive up to Doughton Park and run until I fall down and then drink about a gallon of bourbon. I can’t even fathom what the poor kid is going through. Life is fucking brutal to good kids way too often.
Thanks, bro. Good times on these boards for...oh god, fifteen years nowLong live phan
There was an ok selection my first year at wake. I remember golf-cart delivery pizza hut from Benson. Maybe the chicfila was there, but I don't remember them making the food fresh but rather importing it? Maybe, not too sure of that.
The renovated pit went to all-you-can-eat meal plan the summer before my freshman year started, I think
Every Thursday freshman year townie and i would walk to Village Tavern for a man date. Good memories! So long ago
There was an ok selection my first year at wake. I remember golf-cart delivery pizza hut from Benson. Maybe the chicfila was there, but I don't remember them making the food fresh but rather importing it? Maybe, not too sure of that.
The renovated pit went to all-you-can-eat meal plan the summer before my freshman year started, I think
Every Thursday freshman year townie and i would walk to Village Tavern for a man date. Good memories! So long ago
My center’s dad passed away unexpectedly last night and I’ve been over at his house all morning without even the slightest idea of how to console him. I also buried the guy that was my assistant coach for over a decade last weekend. I’m gonna drive up to Doughton Park and run until I fall down and then drink about a gallon of bourbon. I can’t even fathom what the poor kid is going through. Life is fucking brutal to good kids way too often.