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There they all were-the veritable image of geographical distribution-sitting in the Waldorf Cafeteria on Mass Ave, freshman roommates enjoying their first late-night snack in Cambridge. A cool one a.m. in September, 1967. The next night they went out again, this time to the Bick for ham and eggs. They don't do this anymore, of course. This year the Bick and Waldorf disappeared without a trace-and the roommates Harvard so carefully brought together no longer live with each other...
...midst of new arcades and the destruction of old buildings, one institution from the past has returned for the benefit of those who truly remember. For, in keeping with a tradition stemming back through "the Bick" at its best, Hazens will now be open 24 hours...
...freely predicted from the start, the Bick did not long survive the Nixon Administration. It succumbed sometime between the U.S. all-out invasion of Cambodia and Al Vellucci's all-out war on drugs-no more a mutual aid society for sinister street people, threadbare elderly, and the most violently wrenched of Harvard's children. Where this crowd has scattered is anyone's guess. Not, it seems, to Hungry Charley's, a business which draws from the wealthier strata of the Square's transients and picks up a nice proportion of Harvard undergraduates...
...will they much like As You Like It, a little sprig of urban renewal that is filling the breech these days at the Old Bick headquarters. As You Like It is possibly the cleanest and politest eating place this side of the Window Shop. It resembles the kind of homecooking enterprise that Dale Evans would launch if she and Roy moved to Cambridge. Not that the ambience is pseudo spurs-n-saddles. On the contrary, the decor is functional suburban, with its variegated red-brick walls left completely bare. Those huge blocks of lumber around the store-front...
...restaurant, a notch or two above a stylish luncheonette, has been lovingly sanitized. Don't bother looking for a speck of dirt or any antique grime cherished from the old Bick era. A dark blue rug covers the ungodly Bick tile, and a double set of glass doors throws up a space-lock between the dining room and the filthy sidewalk ecology outside. The fancy Shakespearean name and the fleur-de-lis table mats won't fool too many patrons: this place is about as Elizabethan as Dayton, Ohio...