Dear Bruff,
As our time together draws to a close, I’ve begun reminiscing about our past two years together. From the first time we met during Destination Tulane, I knew our relationship would be the stuff of fairytales. Your shiny laminate floors and table tops immediately attracted me, but what really hooked me was your gleaming cereal bar. From Cheerios to Reeses’ Puffs to Cinnamon Toast Crunch to the ubiquitous Lucky Charms, you really had all I could ever want in a dining hall.
Upon arriving as a Freshman in August, your initial gleam lasted for a few weeks as I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Ice cream for breakfast— who cared? Two months into school, your shine wore off as I started getting to know you better. Your repetitive hot food generally disappointed me and I found myself eating sandwiches and salads for every meal. At this point, I decided it was time for a break. I neglected you for days, even weeks on end opting to venture to Luff instead. Although the options were generally the same, everything was so much better at Luff. Even the things you did well (cereal, burgers and ice cream), Luff made better. This LDR worked for a time, but at the end of the day, I still couldn’t shake the memory of you — probably because my clothes still reeked of your signature scent: eau de Bruff. I missed Druffing and meeting the next morning for hungover omelets; so on the first cheese day this year I decided to reconcile —hell, I wasn’t going to miss cheese day.
Although some time had passed, you still looked and smelled (much to my dismay) the same, but you also changed for the better, might I add. Sourcing from local distributors when possible was very clever and provided welcome change. Your new, blue dish-ware also amazed me. Those white ones were just so gross with that weird brown residue. Needless to say, Bruff, I’m glad we rekindled our relationship this year: you’ve really stepped up your game and won back my heart. Honestly, after last year I never thought I would say this, but I will miss you next year. When I’m eating popcorn night after night, I will yearn for your salad bar and during finals I will dream of Cram Jam —with fried Spam and all. Until we meet again, Bruff, stay golden.
XoXo