Waddick's

This is an ode to my favorite place on campus, pretty much.

Sing, O Muse, of the glory of Waddick's

Its wooden-backed booths and high-stooled back counter

Where I see everyone I've ever known and liked, and some I haven't too.

The line that stretches out its door every morning

As every student on campus (I think) lines up to buy breakfast.

How rare it is to procure a booth, and yet how satisfying when that day comes.

O Waddick's! So much deliciousness in one place.

Long have I loved thy breakfast sandwiches

and thy scones, the chocolate chip kind, not those raisin-y impostors.

Only late have I discovered thy baked potatoes

with cheese and sour cream, a perfect lunch

and the greatness that is thy walking tacos, a fully portable meal.

But today! O today! I discovered thy sweet potatoes

Sprinkled with brown sugar, sweet and delicious, and at least a little bit healthy (maybe?).

Not to mention thy teas, from Darjeeling to Earl Grey,

everything my caffeine-loving heart could desire.

If only, O Waddick's, thou had more seating.

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