Thanksgiving is coming up, which means that every foodie’s favorite holiday is almost here! In the great (slightly reworded) saying of Regina George “Thanksgiving is the one day of the year when every foodie can eat anything they want and nobody can judge them for it.” So, if Thanksgiving is the best day of the year, Friendsgiving is the pregame. We at 4E are going to tell you how to have the best one yet:
Wear elastic pants.
Friendsgiving is practice for Thanksgiving. Eat as much as you want and practice not getting a food coma! Bonus points if they’re Thanksgiving themed ones!
2. Have EVERYONE bring something.
If you’ve been the dorm mom this semester (if you don’t think there’s a dorm mom it’s definitely you), you’ve probably been cooking quite frequently. Take a break and make everyone else bring the food! Even if it’s the worst food you’ve ever had, at least it’s practice for when Aunt Sally makes the worst pumpkin pie you’ve ever had!
3. Ask the tough questions.
Friendsgiving is great practice for explaining everything that you never wanted your relatives to know! Everything is fair game! Why not practice escaping with your friends?
4. Find something to be thankful for.
A heartfelt thank you that makes everyone at your table shed tears is the best kind of brownie points for mom and dad. Jack, John Carroll, that C on your IR midterm, just pick something beautiful!
Have a happy Friendsgiving and an even better Thanksgiving next week. However your Thanksgiving is, remember to make it classy!
We’ve all been there. Nobody in the #squad group chat responds. You get a sudden hankering for Leo’s meat lover’s pizza that just can’t wait. It’s Chicken Finger Thursday and all your friends seem to have forgotten. Whatever the reason may be, nearly every Georgetown student has eaten at Leo’s alone at one point or another. 4E has already blogged about what may happen if you dine alone, but luckily for all you lonely souls out there, we have now composed the ultimate guide to help you survive this isolating experience.
1. Grab a table in the back
If you decide to brave a trip to Leo’s alone, make sure to grab a seat at a table near the back of the room that faces the window. This way you can avoid the judgmental, uncomfortable eye contact with that person from chemistry class you sorta know, but not well enough to sit down with them uninvited with all of his/her friends.
2. Look busy
Pull that phone, laptop, notebook, textbook, etc. out of your bag and make yourself look too busy and important to waste time socializing. Don’t have any homework to finish or friends to text? No problem. Pull up Microsoft paint or open up your notebook to a blank page and draw yourself a pretty picture to pass the time.
3. Pretend your friends are on the way
Feel like everyone thinks you have no friends? Grab an extra plate of food and place it at the seat across from you. Now everyone will think your friends are just using the bathroom or getting something more to eat. You sure fooled them.
Pro-tip: Reward yourself for your successful trickery by eating that extra plate of food at the end of your meal.
4. Pretend your friends are there with you
If you’re really feeling lonely, an easy solution is to bring cardboard cut outs of your friends, place them at seats around the table, and pretend as if nothing is different! Talk about your day, weekend plans, midterm stress, etc. because, after all…
So, the next time you make the trek to Leo’s alone and experience the irrational anxiety that comes from the nonexistent, judgmental looks of your more popular peers, keep in mind these handy dandy tips.
Recently, it was revealed that Quick Pita will be closing at the end of 2016 (on December 31, to be precise). You can imagine the effect this news has had on me, a connoisseur of late-night food. When I heard the news, I had a meltdown comparable to that of a catastrophic nuclear accident.Many of my fellow Quick Pita regulars reacted similarly as I gently broke the news to them. In fact, some of them threatened to transfer. Hogan Lizza (COL ’19), a devout Quick Pita enthusiast, commented, “Georgetown without Quick Pita is like the Cincinnati Zoo without Harambe.” I couldn’t have phrased it better myself. Quick Pita has been around for decades, and life will just not be the same without it.The increase in rent has left Quick Pita with no other choice but to move out. I, for one, plan on venturing there every weekend until they close. I also felt Quick Pita could not go without a proper sendoff. With a nod to Edgar Allan Poe, here is 4E’s tale of the Quick Pita we know and love:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I wandered, drunk and weary,
Thinking about my ~classy~ night out on the dance floor,
As I ambled, nearly stopping, I heard a great number of people talking,
Talking of Middle Eastern food, of a place where I had never been before.
“Just a small eatery,” I thought, “hopefully cheaper than Epi because I’m poor.”
Only this, and nothing more.
I looked up this “Quick Pita” and set off for my potential hangover cure.
I hurried down Potomac Street, both hungry and eager to explore,
Eager to learn more about this eatery of Georgetown folklore.
Once I arrived, I took in the striped awning and the hole-in-the-wall that would help me score,
Help me score my freshman 15, something to soon happen, of that I was sure.
Quick Pita, I soon realized, would make me fat, forever more.
Deep into the VCE darkness returning, I ate my chicken fingers and cheesy fries, still learning,
Learning about this wonderful taste, about to tell my friends they had to come with me.
But they didn’t listen, they said Darnall was too far from this place.
But I knew they’d come with me at some point, on my life I swore.
Eventually they ventured to Quick Pita, and their lives were changed when they walked through the double-doors.
Their hearts were changed–forevermore.
Quick Pita became my solace, a refuge for me, whether or not I was sober.
The chicken fingers, the cheesy fries, the gyro kept me coming back for more.
I got on the scale after finals last year, and yelped in horror.
My parents asked me why I gained so much weight, how I didn’t notice my expanding core,
I told them how I frequently followed the Quick Pita spoor,
The spoor that would haunt my dreams-forevermore.
It was an ordinary night in September this year when I found out what would happen,
What would happen to Quick Pita, my dear Quick Pita, my savior.
Someone’s Snapstory said that Quick Pita was closing and raised a fury among students.
This was just something that I could not ignore.
I marched down to Potomac Street in the middle of a downpour.
I had to confirm that Quick Pita would be open (I couldn’t take not knowing anymore).
I strolled in and walked up to Sammy, the cashier who any Quick Pita regular knows.
I said to him, “Is it true you’re closing? If you say yes, I may start sobbing on the floor.”
He looked at me and said in a sad voice:
“Our landlord raised rent by forty percent, we can pay it no more.”
I replied, “Is there any way at all you can stay open? This is a place I really adore.”
Quoth Sammy, ever so honest, “Nevermore.”I walked home, depressed and defeated.
I told my friends and all acquaintances of the tragedy, the end of the food we all go for.
We all protested, and we in 4E ranted when we heard the news.
The neighborhood took away Rhino, now this? It’s like we’re at war.
But for now, all we can do is sit here and deplore.
For come 2017, Quick Pita’s doors shall be open – nevermore.
And Sammy, never moving, still is sitting, still is sitting,
Sitting at the counter, aimlessly staring at the eccentric, yet lovable, decor.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a good man that is dreaming,
And the fluorescent light over him casts his shadow on the tiled floor;
And the amazing food that we eat after leaving the Brown House dance floor
As Georgetown students, some of our greatest – and most of our worst – memories are made at Leo’s. Despite this, Leo’s remains the place where we don’t necessarily need to have a filter, and it shows. What are the raunchiest best things that we’ve heard in Leo’s this week?
“I hope that we get on @couplesatleos today.”
2. “Are you pregnant? That does not look like a food baby.”
Ah, Wednesdays. It’s a special type of day… not only because we’ve gotten through half of the week, but also because our generous university has gifted us with the deliciousness that is the Farmers Market. Here are nine reasons we are in love with it – is your favorite on the list?
That Incredible Pizza
The Timber Pizza Company hits it out the park every time. You can get an amazing wood-fired pizza that’s classic cheese, pepperoni or veggie/pesto-style. Any way you order it, the pizza is so fresh and delicious that no one would judge you if you got right back in line for another.
2. It’s Not From Leo’s Let’s face it, you need to avoid it at all costs a break once in a while.
3. Churros. Stuffed. With. Nutella. Quite honestly, there’s little to nothing I would rather have right now. The name says it all.
4. Rita’s To-Die-For Crepes
They start out with the perfect crepe, and from there you can go savory or sweet – or both!
5. The Dumplings Pinch’s handmade Chinese dumplings will never let you down. As my official go-to farmers market meal, I highly recommend these little pockets of perfection.
The combination of warm cookies and ice cream will make you want to cry the happiest tears of joy.
7. Swizzler’s ~Gourmet~ Hot Dogs I said gourmet, right? I’ll bet you haven’t had a hot dog this fancy in your life. So do yourself a favor and treat yo’ self.
8. The Ambiance You gotta love the happy, heart-warming atmosphere on Copley Lawn every Wednesday. Break out that picnic blanket, grab some friends and get out there!
9. You’re Slowly Becoming More Of An Adult
What? Is that you buying fruit and bread for breakfast, carrying around grocery bags, and providing for yourself? Props to you, you fully functioning adult!
So it’s 4:45 p.m. on a Tuesday. You just finished class and are ready for dinner, but you’re not feeling Leo’s. And then you remember, you can now use meal swipes at Così. You race across campus, power walk through Leavey and reach the land of bowls and flatbread. And that’s when the five stages of waiting at Cosi begin…
1. You walk inside and almost pass out looking at the line to order and crowd waiting to pick up food. You are shocked that this many people eat dinner at 4:56 p.m. on a Tuesday, let alone attend Georgetown.
2. You spot half of your freshman floor, two kids from Intro to Philosophy and that almost- DFMO from Club Lau last weekend. You keep your head down and proceed in line.
3. At the front of the line, you reach for a bread sample, knowing this morsel will tide you over for the next hour. And after ten minutes of going back and forth between ordering the TBM and the Brazilian Steak Bowl, you make a last minute decision and order the BBQ Chicken Flatbread Pizza.
4. Next you successfully complete your order, after taking a good 30 seconds to choose between chips or carrots. You are handed your number, and now the fun can begin.
… 57 and a half minutes later…
5. You finally hear your number called, and crawl to the counter – tears seeping out of the corner of your eyes – and retrieve the Holy Grail your food.
And you think, maybe Leo’s would have been a better choice, but you know that you’ll be back again tomorrow next week, reliving the five stages of waiting at Cosi.