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Food at the Binz: Part 6 In a Series

Oh Binz Refectory, sometimes you manage to amaze me. Despite my previous extremely poor food experiences (you may recall the cooking fluid in my fried rice last year), something has been going dreadfully right at my local cafeteria these days. Indeed, today I had exactly three minutes to run in and try to find something to eat. My arms were full with end of term projects, and I thought to myself as I ran to the building, “It sure would be nice if they had something good to eat, preferably something that could be held with one hand. Otherwise I’m going to be stuck with one of those Red Delicious Week-Old apples they always have.”

A chicken. In a sandwich. A chickenwich.

Lo and behold, I got precisely what I was looking for. As an added bonus, this was a new food - I’d never had a breaded chicken sandwich there before; what luck! The picture was taken as I waddled back to class with all my arms full.

A couple of more success stories like this and ‘food at the binz’ is going to be out of the red and into positive food experience territory. Really, though, my stories of suffering at the hands of excruciatingly gruesome dishes are more entertaining than the successful dining experiences. On that note, I’m on the lookout for “casserole super surprise” night: in the name of entertainment.

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