A Grill Diary Entry

Ever since our beloved institution, The Grill, sort of closed down, I’ve been brainstorming some other ways our famished student body can quench their insatiable need for sweet sweet snacks that don’t include loitering by the back countertop next to the potato chips or stealing boxes of Hi-chew in bulk.

We’re obviously not going to turn to our free dining hall(s), so we might just have to forage elsewhere for our mid-afternoon Naked Juice cravings.

Lamentably, since this sad lump of states we call New England doesn’t feature any Wawas (where are my Mid-Atlantic Tri-State Area people?), I guess the closest place to pick up overpriced junk food is now the Shell gas station, which is reliable in that it always smells like a mixture of stale gasoline and french fries. Maybe along the way, you could check out some places in Exeter you never knew existed before, like that really big hardware store or Dutch House.

Alternatively, we could start our own blackmarket version of grill, maybe called Stove or Griddle.

As for a new venue, I volunteer either the Museum of Archeology in the basement of the Academy Building that I’ve literally never seen unlocked before or the rooftop of Phillips Hall (DM me for Serious Inquiries Only!).

No matter what we lost and fumbling souls choose to do on weeknights 5 minutes after check-in from now on, I hope it includes a somewhat less illegal way of sticking it to the man person.