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Orange Bubble Syndrome is something that many of us take for granted. We get stuck in a cycle of rotating between weekends at Prospect, weekdays at Firestone and occasional excursions for late meal at Frist. We micromanage our days in GCals of rainbow-colored sleep deprivation. We might stop once in a while to read something from the Prince UPC, complain about P-Safe’s lockout policy, scoff at Dean Malkiel’s dog or laugh at the bicker plans for Cannon Club.

Read the news? Uhhh. I'll pencil that in someday, okay?

Read the news? Uhhh. I'll pencil that in someday, okay?

But where is the globally aware citizenship that all the admission brochures advertised? Where are the scholars in the nation’s service and in the service of all nations (aside from sharpening their get-recruited-for-I-banking skills in Robertson or Tower, that is)? A Prince column earlier this week (okay, we do read them too) called for more campus dialogue on current events. The Middle East is erupting. Japan is in shambles. Basically, 2011 thus far has reached a point where I expect a new revolution or disaster every time I refresh the NYT homepage.

I know, I know. We’re busy. We’re tired. We work really hard. Sometimes it is easier to just sit in Whitman dining hall, discussing the merits of different types of fruit-cereal-froyo combinations (banana, Smart Start, vanilla. Win!) instead of debating the pros and cons of intervention in Libya.

In the last week or so, though, I’ve become increasingly convinced that it’s actually easier than you think to break out of the Orange Bubble. Meaningful campus dialogue can exist! Even when it’s not awkwardly facilitated by Sustained Dialogue! Here, I give you five reasons why we can and should think outside the bubble:

1.) IT’S SO EASY.

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Of all Princeton’s restaurants, Lahiere’s is the one that stands out the most as a Princeton institution. It’s the restaurant you go to if you’ve got a date to impress–or the one you wait to go to until your parents are in town and can foot the bill.

Oh. Were you planning on that? Well, sorry. Because after 91 years, Lahiere’s is now closed, forever. Forever ever.

Here is a list of things you will never be able to do ever again:

  • You will never be able to enjoy the lovely bread baskets.
  • You will never be able to walk down Witherspoon on a late moonlit night and see a dimly lit, glowing dining room packed with wealthy, well-dressed old people/students and their visiting parents.
  • You will never be able to taste Lahiere’s delicious French contemporary American vaguely Asian fusion (wasabi mashed potatoes?) delights. And the creme brulee! (!!!!!!)
  • You will never be able to look at the corner of the restaurant where Albert Einstein’s portrait hangs and know that the man himself took his lunch there everyday.
  • You will never sit in the cage behind the restaurant’s entrance, at a University dinner with extremely fancy professors who will tell you to order whatever you want, really, are you sure you don’t want to try the foie gras?

A new restaurant will open in its place. Thoughts on what kind of food it’ll be? What kind of restaurant is Nassau Street missing?

(source: Princeton.edu)

(source: Princeton.edu)

Look, we get it. One of the greatest perks of going to Princeton is the free food. I say this with only a small amount of sarcasm, because we, too, have experienced the bliss of stumbling across a platter of abandoned cookies from Olives or walking into a study break just in time to snatch the last samosa.

And we, like many before us, have wondered just how easy it would be to be a freegan here at Princeton. Last week we even gave you “The Scavenger’s Guide to Princeton” to share our wealth of free food-related knowledge.

But you gotta have style.

Not to point any fingers (You’ll get this pun in a minute.) but we’re talking to you, Woody Woo.

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from NYTimes.com

from NYTimes.com

Da’s Thai American Cafe, owned by Rocky-Mathey chef Da De Toro, is a campus favorite, and is located in a plain-looking hallway at the local YMCA. But not for long. The lease is up, says the YMCA, after Da didn’t inform the Y that she wanted to renew the lease last year, when the De Toros bought the restaurant. From the Trentonian:

“The new restrictions would put us out of business,” said Robert. “Our lawyer told me that he thinks they just don’t want us there.”

And last Friday, that’s just what happened. The lease was pulled off the table. The De Toros — a hardworking couple who are not getting rich off their investment (they just turned their first, small profit this year) — have until July 30 to vacate.

“It’s going to destroy my family, financially,” said Robert. “We still owe to the people we bought it from. Nine people are going to lose their jobs. I’d pay double the rent. We just want the lease for a year, then we’ll leave. We’ll find somewhere else. There’s just no way we could do it in these few months.”

Da’s will be at the YMCA (59 Paul Robeson Place) until July 30, so enjoy it while you can (here’s the menu). Check out the New York Times review of the restaurant here.

For someone who makes such a big deal about food, author-turned-activist Jonathan Safran Foer ‘99 sure has a fairly low opinion of gustation. I don’t quite agree with his hierarchy:

“Look, taste is clearly the crudest of our senses: this is scientifically, objectively factual. It is less nuanced. Eyesight is extraordinary – hearing, touch. I find people who devote their whole lives to taste a little strange.” He stresses the last words as if this was a vast understatement.

Veggie blues.

Veggie blues.

Perhaps Dining Services weren’t in their finest form in the late ’90s?

Well, a lot of things aren’t quite right about this interview — it all sounds a little detached, a little demure. (He apparently checks his watch constantly and only answers questions in the negative.) Although if I were drinking something “the colour of manure” and considering food only in weighty philosophical terms–”symbols” or “the centre of stories”– I might be sort of down, too.

Cheer up, JSF. And maybe trade your dogma for a hot dog?

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image source: blog.globalyp.net

image source: blog.globalyp.net

If you haven’t had Bent Spoon ice cream, you probably don’t go to Princeton. So for our readers (Spencer, don’t be modest!) outside the Orange Bubble, who have never experienced Bent Spoon’s organic/slow/local food snob-approved ice cream, buttercream-frosted cupcakes and hot chocolate–well, I’m sorry.

But this is for you. Serious Eats published a review on the campus hotspot this week, with enough descriptive language to make you beg your Princetonian friends to mail you some pear prosecco sorbet on dry ice.

This is what you’re missing out on:

These are the kinds of flavors so powerful that they go beyond mere taste—conjuring up memories, rather than just sensation. “This tastes like Peanut Butter Ripple at this one, tiny ice cream place on the Jersey shore,” mused my dining companion, as we worked our way through the flavors. “This tastes like stealing my neighbor’s pears in September.” “This tastes like Thanksgiving.” And with the lingering warmth of all those pumpkin pie spices, with the bite of cranberry and sweetness of apple, it truly did.

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Princeton Dining has its own Twitter account this year–and is hilariously adorable about it, too.

I always appreciate the cute gestures the dining halls make, from hand-written signs to the random bread-y treats the pizza section of Rocky/Mathey makes (Pesto and focaccia? Yes). And also, that one time last November, when the staff dressed up as Obama and McCain and danced down the aisles? I appreciated that, too.

But now they have a Twitter. I’m not a big fan of Twitter, but I enjoy this one. Princeton Dining’s Twitter, which was launched over the summer, doesn’t just tell you when the CJL is closed or when there’s hot pizza at Studio ‘34--it’s also really cute. It’s so earnest! It gets excited! It occasionally makes spelling errors and uses a lot of exclamation points!

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Last week, a friend sent us this review of one of Princeton’s many bakeries, The Little Chef, with the note, “??? How have you not been here?”

How, indeed.

This week, we’ve visited Pouchon and his macarons et croissants four times.

Though Serious Eats’ review leans toward the long side, and is chock full of personal anecdotes that we happily skipped, one look at the ham-and-Gruyère croissant is all you need.

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