An Open Letter to the Leo’s Pasta Station

Dear Pasta Station at Leo’s,

When I met you during my first week at Georgetown, we hit it off right away. You were so popular and everyone spoke so highly of you, especially in comparison to the other options, and I found you compelling and exciting.

We had some great carb-filled evenings and I truly cherish the time we spent together, but I think it’s time that I move onto something new. The people that work for you get mad at me when I ask for more spinach and I literally have to wait for half an hour in line just to see you every night. I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment. It’s not me, it’s you.

I’ve found someone more accessible and independent who is constantly adapting to meet my needs. Please don’t get jealous, but the Salad Bar and I have been spending more and more time together these past few weeks and I think there’s a real connection there. The roasted red peppers, mint watermelon feta salad, edamame and grilled vegetable couscous are just too hard to resist. I’m sorry I had to tell you this way, but you just weren’t satisfying me the way you used to. I hope we can still be friends.



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