Sartorial mythbusting - Page 90

Dear God. I graduated from Brown about seven years before you and even I recall that the Americana library is the John Carter Brown library. The John Hay is for special archival collections such as the 16th-century Vesalius bound in human skin, the magical grimoires, the early comic books, and the stuff I have donated to them.

I'm beginning to wonder if you even went to Brown... must have been one of the cool kids who spent all his time at Viva and Basha.

Oops.

As for East Asian House . . . the Asian Asians rejected me. Asian Americans were dead (and white) to them in my day.

My synopsis of this page so far is that it is as dissappointing as my dinner last night.

I'll keep my fingers crossed, though, that the page will improve and be as good as my post workout Old Raj martini that I just finished, the Bloody Mary that I am having now, and the steak (flank) and eggs (three over easy) that I will have shortly.

The live Bluegrass has been mournful, like these Brown stories, but the tune now is cheerful.

So, there's hope. Let's see what happens for the rest of the page.

- B

Oh, there's a stranger to my left who has a charming, but rather pronounced birdie num-nums accent. Do you think it is wrong of me to eat a delicious steak next to him?



I ask because teh StyleForvm is the compass for what is right...and what is wrong,

- B

If you had mentioned in your first sentence the name of the three-star, $500 per plate restaurant that let you down, this would have been an archetypal vox post. As it is, I give it only one star.

Your re-arrival in any thread is a special event, and you might have just helped to float this page. God bless you, maNTON. Since you were at State recently, before the Hawaiian troubles, can you guide me on the whole steak-in-front-of-Hindu thing? Just to be clear: no turban. What's the protocol? - B

Isn't wearing pink pants the Harvard man's idea of a good time?

http://www.styleforum.net/showthread.php?t=143728

Depends upon the House in which one resided (in the days before random housing assignment was implemented).

I pre-date egalitarian House assignments.

I chose mine because (a) it had the most luxurious suites, (b) nude coed swimming, (c) and the only really good chef at the time.

Steak night was particularly good, but I recall no num-num guidance.

Look: let's get back on track. We were discussing Brown and its depressed alumni.

We can still make this page a success if we work together, people.

- B

You cock. Only fellow Indians are allowed to make references to The Party.

For a while whenever I went to France I would make sure to tell my mom that I had a steak tartare as my first meal on the ground -- beef + raw = meltdown.


You didn't find it competent and enjoyable? Do you want voxxxxy to go all Bernard Loiseau on us?

VintageVox. I ate my meals at a campus cafeteria called the Ratty.

I preferred the Ivy Room. Or Ocean, they had great lunches.

Did you meet the OneWife at Brown?

The Ivy Room was only open after dinner in my time. Ocean was too filled with ironic hipsters. You couldn't walk in there wearing a OCBD without inviting next-level ironic scorn. For off-campus lunches, East Side Pockets was one of my favorites--blows away the gyros, falafel, and kebab in Manhattan. Meeting Street Cafe was awesome for cookies, but I know you know that. They will deliver overnight countrywide. Did you go to Paragon on Thayer? That was our most regular dinner spot. OneWife was in the class below mine. We met at the newly-constructed Watson Institute over the summer.

This page is now more plusses than minuses.

Everyone: well done.

- B