In the world of dining halls Brockway is the Garden of Eden near the third circle of hell. Yesterday for the first time I ventured down toward the S.U. ghetto to put all these claims of greatness to the test. Like the story Faust I trvaled deeper and deeper until, when I thought I could plunge no further into the S.U. abyss, I reached the oasis -- Brockway dining hall. The first time I entered the hall the sheer force of the room blew my mind. The ceilings are high, unlike in Haven where they feel like they are going to fall on top of you... there are illuminated signs denoting each section of their culinary delights. I felt like I had stumbled upon the meeting of some exclusive club or cult I am not allowed to join... pretty much the same way I feel whenever I awkwardly bump into Nancy Cantor and her posse.
Just so all you Haven people know you are getting screwed. They have about four more selections of everything they serve at Haven. So, if you have grapes, pears, and strawberries at Haven... at Brockway they have all those plus sliced pineapple wedges, blueberries, mandarin oranges. I would assume vegans would have to live in brewster-boland as freshman because it is the only dining hall with more than one entree avaiable. I tried two of five they had at Brockway, including the lo mein with tofu, the garbanzo bean curry. Plus, they have five different types pizzas in their Sabarro section, a stir fry section, asian food section, and the regular dining hall meal section.
I will definitely be venturing down their more often.
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