Word: midnight
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...midnight and you're hungry; you have four options. None will excite the excite taste buds much but cheese streaks and potato chips have a way of getting better as the night extends into morning. And, besides, it's probably four more options than you would have if you were in Ithaca and you faced that same evening hunger and that same empty refrigerator...
Tommy's Lunch:Tommy Stefanian has been on Mt. Auburn St. between Plympton and DeWolfe Sts. for 25 years. During those years Tommy's has become the top hangout spot of the four after-midnight emporia. People go into Tommy's for different reasons, such as smoking and bullshitting, playing video, and even sampling the treats from the grill. Among the best bets for the palate include the cheese steak ($2.95) and a Western Frappe ($1.80), which to those not from New England is an extra thick milkshake. Tommy's is open 6 a.m.-2 a.m. on weekdays...
...student drinking ("the more recollection of it made him doubt his own veracity," Adams wrote) spanned the ceremony undeterred: I recall a midnight, dead-of-winter trip to Plum Island with a few friends. We put on most of the clothes we owned, folded down the top of his MG-TD (then a new car, not an antique) and had a glorious time ripping along the joy road till dawn. We drove with such panache I never guessed he was no drunk that the next day he could not remember the trip...
...student drinking ("the more recollection of it made him doubt his own veracity," Adams wrote) spanned the ceremony undeterred: I recall a midnight, dead-of-winter trip to Plum Island with a few friends. We put on most of the clothes we owned, folded down the top of his MG-TD (then a new car, not an antique) and had a glorious time ripping along the joy road till dawn. We drove with such panache I never guessed he was no drunk that the next day he could not remember the trip...
...student drinking ("the more recollection of it made him doubt his own veracity," Adams wrote) spanned the ceremony undeterred: I recall a midnight, dead-of-winter trip to Plum Island with a few friends. We put on most of the clothes we owned, folded down the top of his MG-TD (then a new car, not an antique) and had a glorious time ripping along the joy road till dawn. We drove with such panache I never guessed he was no drunk that the next day he could not remember the trip...