Sweet (C) Memories

Us: There's a cockroach in the pasta.
Waiter (looking down, spots it triumphantly): Yes.

... And then he walks away. Oh, Sweet C. We love you. I suppose it's time to come clean and admit we were always delighted when we found a roach in anything, it gave us a chance to re-enact this drama. The time-honored tradition followed where we summoned over the waiter and watched amused as he looked at us and then the plate, clearly not getting why this may be a problem.

This in turn enabled us to scream 'Cockroach, cock-roach, cockroachhhhh,' at him, as if this would make some kind of a difference. After about ten minutes, he invariably trudged away with the dish and returned a minute later... having just removed the roach and brought back the same plate.

College haunts are the best, aren't they? They've a way of building up your resistance so you don't get sick from anything you eat afterwards. And Sweet C, being located right behind our college, was heaven itself. We knew the waiters in and out (really, we had their mobile numbers and everything!) and they came to our rescue often when the manager wanted us kicked out for either swearing really loudly, or running around throwing food, or both. Hey, we were young. Also, yes, we still do that. Shut up.

So anyway, last weekend, most of us were free (which is harder to coordinate than it seems, Sex and the City is so fake) and decided to head over to Sweet C to partake of our favorite sport - watching the waiters run down the stairs in those cute little aprons that tied up at the back. Only.. it wasn't there. Neither the aprons, nor the waiters, nor indeed Sweet C itself. Some stupid yoga place stood there instead. This is such a loss to mankind. I don't know how the girls from our college will survive now. Where will they go for nourishment? How will they build up resistance? Where will they hide when they bunk college? Tsk.