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With campus social culture having reached the all-time low of referenda colonizing Pusey Library, it seems time to venture out of the Harvard bubble, to get out with a few friends, and rearrange the sensible.
Organizations across the campus and area, from Food For Free to Harvard University Dining Services, have been working to reduce the prevalence of food waste, yet it still remains a pressing issue, they say.
What's the verdict on iced coffee in the winter?
Ball Square Café fits the bill. A small, local café in Somerville, it boasts huge portions, great service, and homestyle cooking.
There are few things in life closer to my heart than warm, fresh, cinnamon rolls that are paid for by Harvard’s mysterious BoardPlus, but alas, for the love of Flyby I am revealing the greatest secret on this campus, the shining star in all of my darkest moments, a reason to smile even when wind chill is quite literally forcing me to tears.
I may not take any classes in the Science Center, but that doesn’t keep me from stopping by every day.
I am met with a variety of food options: chicken tenders, burritos, Indian food, sushi...and pizza. Glorious, greasy, satisfying pizza.
El Jefe’s owner John Schall said he wants to create a higher quality dining experience by using fresh ingredients in his taqueria, which replaced The Taco Truck at the 83 Mt. Auburn St. storefront.
Barker Cafe, the mecca for English professors, gawky TFs, and hipsters that think occupying an entire table and not purchasing something is okay.
Students gather for the Asian American Association’s Feast festival. The event featured food and performances from East, Southeast, and South Asian cultures.
Following a tip from a student on the disappearance of honey butter in upperclassmen dining halls, Flyby felt like it had a moral obligation to investigate further; but first, I had to figure out what “honey butter” is.
With the annual Harvard-Yale football game starting two hours later than in previous years, House Committees are preparing for a later-than-usual tailgate but expect restrictions and activities to remain the same.
I love to eat my breakfast quick and undisturbed. That’s why I hate early morning meetings, like other people. But also why I like breakfast sandwiches.
A young woman wearing a shaggy, red, tendril-adorned hat cradles a glass of beer next to us, nodding along to two men dressed in navy sweaters. Across from her, a blue-haired lady claps in earnest beneath orange streamers. A man wearing a neon green dinosaur onesie holds his costume’s accompanying hat while bopping along to the fading bass. Masks and carved pumpkins, empty mozzarella stick containers, and half-filled bottles lay strewn around the bar.