Cafe-teary-eyed

I am sad to say that I lost the "name the dining center" contest at my music school. "Beeth's Oven", the strongest entry I submitted, wasn't chosen. Sometimes, when caught in the clutches of extreme self-pity, I like to imagine the worst possible situation. I think this ill event mandates such grieving. I bet my ballot was thrown on the ground, stomped on, and belittled in front of all the cooks, the workers, and heck, even the vegetables and the cereal bar. Or, maybe, as my therapist assures me, the cooking staff "just didn't get it". Either way, my tears could fill a river (see above).

The dining center wizards picked "Cadenza Cafe". I know, "Cadenza Cafe" - it's foolish, it's nonsense, it's generic, it's ridiculous. That's what I think too. Curiously, the winning entry was submitted by a cafeteria worker, so I'm pretty sure the contest was rigged.

It appears to be the beginning of the end for our school's eatery. First, they replaced the solid colored plates with plastic rainbow plates, and then proceeded to paint large black electric guitars, french horns, and music notes all over the walls, so as to make the servery look more "cool". They got rid of the belgium waffle machines with the treble clef embosser in the middle. Not only do our coffee mugs not insulate, but I'm convinced they actually suck the heat out of the drinks. There's no more hummus in the salad bar at all. I have to beg for soy milk. Crawl on the floor for a Boca burger. Riot for romaine. And, to top it all off, they named the dining center "Cadenza Cafe".

May you rest in peace, "Beeth's Oven". You shall find a cafeteria worthy of your name.