The greasy spoon. Everyone had one in college, some beloved hole-in-the-wall that never seemed to close, a place where the waitresses knew everyone’s name and the cups of coffee were bottomless. (Restaurants that serve breakfast all day were perhaps invented with the sleep cycles of college students in mind.) The greasy spoon is as much a fixture of college life as tort (...)
The Last Word
From Grease to Ashes
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