In a cluttered room on the third floor of the Student Union, the walls are lined with cans of chicken noodle soup, jars of Jiffy […]
I like Chinese food. In fact, I once got a fortune that said just that: You love Chinese food. So it’s always been a huge bone of contention that when I come to New Paltz, I don’t have very many options. Now there’s even less. Sigh.