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They shut down the Pepsi machines in the University of Portland cafeteria the other day. The plastic bottles of Hunt's Ketchup disappeared. Sugar was replaced with honey from a neighborhood beekeeper. And everything else on the lunch menu, from soup (lentil) to nuts (hazel), was locally grown, baked, milked and mixed. The shrimp was harvested in nearby Netarts Bay, not in Thailand; the herbs were gathered in adjacent Clackamas County, not in California; the chicken was pastured on fields outside Eugene, not imported from the Midwest's vast factory farms. "It's awesome," said Alex Samuels, 19, a freshman...
...freshman life,” he wrote. Before Redline and before the Grille, another type of business thrived in the Square: all-night eateries. When Frietzche was an undergraduate, three all-night diners sat within walking distance of his dorm. One favorite was Hayes Bickford, a 24-hour cafeteria. Frietzche remembers one particularly impressive characteristic of the diner: the presence of interracial couples. “”I remember a lot of interracial dating at those places, people out getting coffee and talking,” he says. This phenomenon—impressive for the mid-1960?...
Still, on a campus with so many arbitrary rules, it’s funny how students persist in following the crowd even when, presumably, they could set their own rules. Consider Fly-By, the erstwhile cafeteria for upperclassmen located beneath Annenberg Hall. Whenever I go down to get food at Fly-By, I have to wait in line forever. The interminable wait is worst after popular classes on Monday and Wednesday, when the line sometimes snakes out the door of Loker Commons and up the steps towards the Science Center...
...time I’ve spent in line might not be a total loss, though, since it got me thinking: what is the difference between Fly-By and every other cafeteria located everywhere on the entire face of the earth? No, the food in other cafeterias isn’t good either. The difference, in fact, is that the line for Fly-By moves at the speed of the slowest, shortest girl spooning meat lasagna into her stupid plasticized white cup (plus the 30 seconds it takes for her to wrench the cap onto said cup), whereas all other cafeterias...
...paper’s typewriters, and once upon a time, reporters would slide into the darkroom to sip a little bourbon. Or so one reporter told me. The aging newsroom displayed its two Pulitzers between the escalators, right where you couldn’t miss them. In the cafeteria, I ate the sweet butter biscuits that ladies pushed to me, saying, “Sugar” or “Miss April,” small names dropped into my hand with my pennies and dimes...