Professor Finn–quite possibly the only person on this campus with a degree in the culinary arts from the French Culinary Institute–writes in censuring the powers that be for their shortsightedness in designing the new campus center. In all their planning, they have neglected quite possibly the most important thing–a Waffle House. He sends along these sentiments from a Georgian school newspaper:
Fellow students, I have a dream, a love, an intolerable, burning desire for a Waffle House on our campus, and I know I’m not alone on this.
I know there are many of you reading this who, like myself, grew up in boring suburbs with nothing better to do many nights than chill out at the local “WaHo.” If it weren’t for Waffle House’s permanent open-door policy, lord only knows what kind of mischief my friends and I may have gotten ourselves into. Arson. Burglary. Maybe even crack addictions. Folks, Waffle House may have saved my life, and I want it to save more.
It’s a cafe without the pretension. It’s Cheers without the alcohol. It’s breakfast, lunch and dinner whenever you want it. It’s a Georgia icon for crying out loud, and, doggone it, it’s what this campus needs.
Though, realistically, I don’t know how Wesleyan would survive without
a cafe of pretension pi.