0 0 .- - W- T V V V W w w w _- - W- 12B - The Michigan Daily - Weekend Magazine - Thursday, April 4, 2002 The Michigan Daily - Weekend Mega TACO: THE LAST PIECE OF MY HEART ORIGINAL FICTION BY ZAC PESKOWITZ, JESS PISKOR AND MANISH RAwJ DARY Am WRrrERS Shuffling through the doors of the cafeteria, her mis- matched slippers dragging against the cold tiled floor, Babs could think of only one thing. Two things, actually. The first: Her medication, which she had hidden for the 12th day in a row, a pile of pills beneath her hard mattress. The second: Throbbing anticipation for the promised Tex-Mex extrava- ganza. "Coen has arrived." Pulsing across the corridor, the plucky Italian embraced the impressionable woman. "Babs, I've brought your favorite dish, an en-chi-la-da." The sonorous words rolled from his massive chest. "Coen, I hate enchiladas. Did you remember the tacos?" She desperately pleaded, a tear rolling down her sullen lips. Much as she'd tried, Babs could think of nothing but the pleasure she associated with the spicy roll - so hard, yet still so soft. Her right hand wandered down his side and to her own hip, entering the pocket of her robe and fingering the three packets of fire sauce that her brother had snuck in for her. "My dear, my lovely Babs!" Coen feigned disappointment at her lack of faith. His hand roamed over the small of her back, plucking at her robe, his mind on the sour cream he was sure she had hidden somewhere. "You doubt me, my love. Is it not possible foryour dining partner to tease you, gently?" Her eyes, smoldering. "Yes, my love. Your tacos are ready for those sweet lips." He pulled her close and whispered, "Come ... with ... me." They walked, arm-in-arm, a slow dance to the long table where a tray of moist Mexican dishes awaited their greedy appetites. Her lips, wet. Babs reached for her pockets. Inside, a tight container filled with sour cream, awaited. They shared the cream and spread it across their bounty. The tacos, still warm from the oven, melted the sauce and leaked qff their plates. Reaching below the table their eyes briefly met. An ephemeral glimpse and then a moment of pure transcen- dence mingling with infinity. N ..NDo yout have t 4} 4 r t h J N ,S:N. N O SN . } f' f4rue wdSrti eto s a wekedJ2@tih du r oer heSouner;ed'atins N N . . h. ho, you cyldg be a We Cenbxdd pcaebm isWYN 400 words eayi t weked 2 k2@une~d Do you suffer from menstrual cramping? Are over the counter medications such as Tylenol and Midol just not helping? If so, you may be eligible to participate in a research study comparing Celebrex and placebo. ears oan e pia Ped) s Vera a fdo u rthOc sr SYo %176/y act ae gener r heal Study Managed by Gayle Moyer, M.D. If qualified, you will receive: - Study drug at no cost - Study-related clinical evaluation and laboratory services Compensation up to $270 for 3 visits For more information, please call ClinSite at 734-930-3700 in Ann Arbor/Ypsilanti area, 888-254-6748 toll free, or visit www.clinsite.com By Michael Grass Daily Food and Drink Critic In my sixth grade science class, my teacher was adamant - almost anal - about following the scientif- ic method in lab write-ups. I suppose it was important, and the benefits of spending hours writing up exactly how my lab partners and I created kinetic energy by burning a piece of string cheese have rubbed off. Taste-testing, though not a precise scientific art by any means, does fall under the general rules of the scien- tific method. And trying to find out which residence hall has the best food by way of scientific comparison takes discipline, detailed methodolo- gy and a keen sense of taste. But such a culinary comparative feat would be way too difficult to organize and execute. Anyway, is a scientific survey of the University. dining halls worth the effort? No. So instead, I present to you a pure- ly unscientific survey. To refresh my memory, a few generous Daily staffers who live in the residence halls allowed me to use their Entree Plus dollars to jog my memory of the dining halls so I could write this piece. There is no margin of error or per- centage points. The conclusions here are entirely my own. Use with cau- tion. SOUTH QUAD "Dude, it's chicken nugget night!" South Quad has always been the quintessential college dining hall: Self-service, tile floors, long lines. The dining hall environment here seems semi-antiseptic, highlighted with neon in attempts to "jazz" things up. Whoever the N hN designers were in the early 1990s who came up with prshfrtit, *e this interior scheme did a hor- matterj, hot rible job fusing a k "fun" with "func- tianality." Y'sly: But as for the I~Frch dip masses, they don't seem to mind. And CQ:Z<>