Word: burritos
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...conflict. East River-ites associate pizza with the smell of tomato sauce and broken scapulae, especially after trying to get their hands on a slice when the project team delivered them to House dining halls. In anticipation of the pizza’s arrival, undergraduates gathered to Lamont Burrito Riot density. When the pizza caravan arrived, it was set upon like Harvard students on Wyclef tickets—on opposite day. As pizza boxes fell empty to the floor, so did injured undergrads (including the several dozen trampled physicists in Leverett). In light of this reaction, we can?...
...because students are alienated from its workings—though it is true that the UC is a privy group of cliquish, self-selecting busybodies. The council has failed because the things the UC can plausibly deliver (through advocacy or its own budget)—Harvard-Yale shuttles, burrito feeds in the library, a hokey state fair, or Springfest—are mere side-shows to everyday student life. And students realize that unless it’s a professor saying the words, anyone who tells you they’re going to reduce the price of coursepacks...
...restaurant previously known as The Wrap, which mysteriously removed its name from its Mount Auburn Street location two weeks ago, officially changed its name to Boloco Inspired Burritos on Tuesday.The name change to Boloco—short for “Boston Local Company”—was motivated in part by the Boston-based burrito shop’s plans to expand nationally. A name as generic as The Wrap cannot be legally protected under trademark laws.“We currently have 10 locations, and as we hope to expand, we didn’t want...
...exactly 11:30 on Sunday mornings for brunch. I love the idealists who work tirelessly and thanklessly to improve life at Harvard, and the kids cheering at the football games who refuse to believe we have no spirit. I love the taste of a late-night super burrito, and the smell of Bartley’s as I walk to class. I love running my hand along the white lines in the Yard, and I love every single Japanese tourist who rubs John Harvard’s foot...
...night, when one just can’t stomach those oily 7/11 sausages, and when a cup-o-noodles just won’t get the job done, the hungry Harvardian might be driven to the very precipice of despair. Until he realizes his salvation: that bastion of the burrito, king of the quesadilla, and redeemer of the ravenous undergraduate. Yes, the one and only Felipe’s. Unfortunately, it seems that the Cambridge Licensing Commission (CLC), nor Felipe’s landlord, does not share the typical undergraduate’s view of the wildly popular Mexican eatery...