As if I needed another reason to spend my meager earnings on restaurants.... (click on it, do it).
Though (perhaps not surprisingly) much of my off-campus dinners have been spent at Chipotle - half because it's convenient and quick, half because I'm still eating back the number of Chipotle meals I've desperately craved whilst abroad.
So I'm about a month late on this, but Dan and I walked all the way down Chapel Hill Street in search of Old Havana Sandwich Shop because I awkwardly didn't want to pay for parking, and it turned out to be a nicer-than-expected day anyways. Found this place whilst researching tapas restaurants (having still been on a high from Puertorican food) - and my top choices were either too far or only operational for dinner and early lunch times.
The place was so bright - if not for the wall of windows, then for the canary yellow paint. The kitchen was an open space behind the "order here" counter - always nice to see your food come together before your eyes. I like to play a guessing game of what is what. And then I like to toy with the idea of asking them if they could teach me how to put together a sammich.
I know it's a "sandwich shop" but I forwent the El Caney (as much as it pained me to give up the avocado) for three tapas that were only $1-2 more. Kind of a pork overload, but I made up for that by going home to (nap for three hours and) eat some leftover greenery (and a bag of multigrain cheerios). You can't tell me I'm not a healthy individual.
So I'm about a month late on this, but Dan and I walked all the way down Chapel Hill Street in search of Old Havana Sandwich Shop because I awkwardly didn't want to pay for parking, and it turned out to be a nicer-than-expected day anyways. Found this place whilst researching tapas restaurants (having still been on a high from Puertorican food) - and my top choices were either too far or only operational for dinner and early lunch times.
The place was so bright - if not for the wall of windows, then for the canary yellow paint. The kitchen was an open space behind the "order here" counter - always nice to see your food come together before your eyes. I like to play a guessing game of what is what. And then I like to toy with the idea of asking them if they could teach me how to put together a sammich.
I know it's a "sandwich shop" but I forwent the El Caney (as much as it pained me to give up the avocado) for three tapas that were only $1-2 more. Kind of a pork overload, but I made up for that by going home to (nap for three hours and) eat some leftover greenery (and a bag of multigrain cheerios). You can't tell me I'm not a healthy individual.
could've done with more pickled vegetables and possibly some sort of dried fruit because it was ridiculously salty, but the flavor was there and I'm such a fan of the "extra" parts of pork that it didn't matter too much
best doused... like drenched with their orange-yellowish colored hot sauce ("mojo sauce" perhaps?)... are you remotely surprised I said that?
I'm exactly halfway between last week's alumni weekend and this week's Blue Devil Days (class of 2017? I feel so fucking old), and "don't give a fuck" is taking on a whole new meaning. From time to time, I hear people make remarks about not giving a fuck about this quiz or that project or those homework assignments, and I feel as far removed from a stereotypical Duke student as is possible when the only thing I give a fuck about right now is getting at least a D in my classes, so they can't keep me here another year.. oh, and what I'll be having for lunch today.
These next two weeks are such a formality.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm done. I'm graduated. Still close enough that I don't feel sad or scared, but far enough that it'll be like... I'm starting over.
Note to self: please please please don't fail your tropical ecology class...
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