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...drink a fruitier spin. For simple mixing in the dorm room, half vodka and half sour apple schnapps can be substituted. Harvard students may have a special weakness for Sour Apple Martinis, simply because the drink finds a home on the menus of many Square bars, including Grafton Street, Daedalus and Redline...

Author: By Alice O. Wong, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Drinky-Drink | 10/10/2002 | See Source »

Over the last year, he has gotten used to lunch at Daedalus and Redline, both of which opened since Grafton’s closing, and he plans on juggling the three for lunch...

Author: By Eugenia B. Schraa, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Grafton Street Reopens Doors, Draws Back Regulars | 7/5/2002 | See Source »

...that appeared in the movie disappeared. The past four years also saw the demise of that favorite first-year hangout, the Crimson Sports Grille, yuppie Grafton Street, and the pan-Asian restaurant Ma Soba. In the mean time, the Square has witnessed the arrival of Abercrombie & Fitch, Pacific Sunwear, Daedalus and Peet’s Coffee House. Soon Harvard Square will see the phoenix-like reappearance of Grafton Street, but not, unfortunately, before graduation...

Author: By P. PATTY Li, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Harvard Highlights | 6/6/2002 | See Source »

Since Grafton’s original location closed, a number of bars—including Daedalus and Lee’s own Red Line—have moved in to fill the void. But Lee said he is not worried about the possible competition...

Author: By Eugenia B. Schraa, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Grafton Street To Reopen Doors | 6/4/2002 | See Source »

...over and over. A makeshift assembly line emerged on the balcony while people compulsively ripped tiny scraps of paper into equal sizes, each annotated with a single name. A great heap of white bits was illuminated by the light of the candle while Harvard’s resident Daedalus rabble rolled up their starched white shirtsleeves and argued vehemently about the nuances of the game. The coolness of the crowd disintegrated rapidly as the paper piles of names became confused and we started hissing at each other about “organization.” All I could think...

Author: By Frances G. Tilney, | Title: Once a Dork, Always a Dork | 6/4/2002 | See Source »

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