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(03/28/18 3:26am)
At this point in the semester, the familiar faces and routine of campus can get a little dry. Smokes, an easy and dependable spot for a casual night with all your friends, and a quintessentially college establishment, can feel like a microcosm of this. You’ve explored your academic curriculum of Penn. Let us guide you through the alcoholic curriculum of its local bar.
(03/27/18 10:29pm)
In the realm of DIYs, mason jars have become somewhat of a superstar, but they shouldn't be used solely for decoration. These cute glass containers are also the perfect, compact way to meal prep throughout the week. From casserole to oatmeal, you can create a series of dishes that'll keep you fed Monday through Sunday. Who knows? Inside the jars, the food might just seem too pretty to eat.
(03/27/18 1:00am)
The phrase “Happy Hour Deal” is a common misnomer. In Philadelphia, it generally means the time between 5 p.m. and 7 p.m. on weekdays during which restaurants provide discounts on drinks in order to encourage patronage. But, usually, prices are still quite high. Often, menus only include the “house” drinks and, worse, omit food entirely. As a result, many “Happy Hour Deals” are neither happy, nor an hour, nor a deal.
(03/01/18 2:00pm)
August’s mother is dead at the end. We find this out in the opening line of Jacqueline Woodson’s Another Brooklyn. “For a long time, my mother wasn’t dead yet.” There it is, the tragic plot twist, given away by the candid retrospective voice of the narrator. But this novel isn’t another one about death or grief or any of the common themes typically associated with tragedy. It’s about youth, friendship, healing, learning. Above all, it’s about memory.
(11/01/17 3:38am)
The day before my first classes at Penn, I attended two ceremonies: Convocation and an impromptu memorial service. A close friend from high school, John, had died in a plane crash the previous night. A boy on my hall held my hand as I cried during Disney Acapella’s rendition of “I Will Find My Way” from Hercules. We didn’t really know each other, but we didn’t really know anyone. I had arrived on campus four days earlier, ready to spend the next few weeks making the lifelong friends Amy Gutmann promised in her opening speech. Instead, I’d spend them coping with the loss of one. Afterwards, the Class of 2018 jammed the gates of the Quad, laughing, chatting, shaking hands. I swiped in with the rest and retreated to the unpacked boxes of my room.
(10/25/17 1:47am)
The creators of Humpty’s Dumplings had two goals: to create the perfect drunk food and to test the limits of what can be put inside a dumpling.
(10/25/17 2:05am)
Fast–casual dining is a fast, casual way to empty your bank account. Hoping to save some money this semester, I experimented with making some of my favorite breakfasts from scratch. In all cases, I more than halved the price, and in many, I spent the same amount of time you would normally waste waiting in line and for your food to reach the pickup counter. What I’m saying is, with only a little bit of organization, you can save a lot of money, maintain a high deliciousness–to–calorie ratio and, if you are so inclined, appear really put together on social media.
(03/29/17 3:46am)
If you haven’t walked up Baltimore Avenue to Dock Street yet, you’re missing out on what I’d be willing to call the best pizza and beer in Philadelphia. On the way, you pass Clark Park, The A–Space (an anarchist art gallery) and Bindlestiff Books (a community–run bookshop) among various other sights.
(02/16/17 4:10am)
Over Winter Break, Esther Cohen (C'18) was in San Diego with her family when she noticed a black tar–like substance in her underwear. A quick Google search revealed this to be a symptom of early pregnancy. She sat there, staring at the screen, overcome with dread at the decision she might have to face. And then it hit her that it was December 30th—in 20 days, there would be a new President, and the laws protecting her right to choose might begin to disappear.
(01/16/17 11:05pm)
Under 30% of Penn students are involved, but its fingerprints are all over campus. Giant capital sigmas and phis dot the mansions that stand amidst Huntsman Hall, Steinberg and Cohen. Every year around this time, signs promising free Chipotle and Ben & Jerry’s emerge on doors and fences. Straight lines of girls, shaking from the cold or nerves, appear at the steps of front porches, their black coats pulled tight around their name tags and “snappy casual” attire. Then, at one minute past the hour, the chanting begins on the other side of the door. This is the week and these are the organizations that are full of promises: a guaranteed social outlet, academic support, professional networking. For many, acceptance into a fraternity or sorority will define the next three and a half years of a Penn student’s life. It’s hard to imagine that anyone would give that up.
(11/15/16 11:41pm)
I feel a little sanctimonious every year at the Thanksgiving dinner table. Sure, I drink wine with my mum as she does unappetizing things to the turkey. I chop onions, watch the squash roasting in the oven and usually bake the apple cake. I set the table so my brothers and dad can enjoy the televised sports game and force my family to go around the table and say things that they’re
thankful for to their great annoyance and hangriness (hungry anger). But I still feel guilty. Not because of syphilis blankets or genocide—though those would be great reasons—but because I’m always “too busy” to actually show how thankful I am that I’m never without food, a home to spend the holiday in or a family to spend it with. Even though I go to school in a city where a whopping 22 percent of residents are food insecure.
(10/27/16 8:53am)
While it might be difficult to stay friends with an ex when you have to see all of their DFMOs at Smokes', Street believes that it is possible to collaborate with them for Halloween. Here’s a list of ideas to get you awkwardly interacting with your former flame.
(10/20/16 6:36am)
I often get called a freak for this thing I like to do in bed. And, to be fair, it is quite out there. It’s weird, and some people think it’s unhealthy or even dangerous. But I can’t help it—my aversion to leaving my apartment unnecessarily and to sweet tastes results in a desire to sit alone in my room watching Gilmore Girls while drinking straight Smirnoff from a mug before every night out. I know, it’s bizarre. But I ask that you accept my choices, and me as a person, anyway. And I highly recommend experimenting with this pregame method if you feel comfortable.
(10/13/16 10:41am)
She won’t sleep tonight, but she doesn’t know it yet. It’s Labor Day Weekend, and Kailey Zitaner (C '17) sits on her couch watching The Immigrant for class. A young boy enters the screen to see Marion Cotillard curled up on the bed, far too drunk to give consent. He reaches out his hand to touch her, casting a shadow over her face. That’s when Kailey’s vision goes black. Overproduction of cortisol in her adrenal gland raises her blood pressure and insulin levels. Adrenaline builds. There’s a sensation of paralysis, hands holding her down. The tears come and somehow her hand breaks free to slam her laptop shut. And suddenly, once again, Kailey is safe in her apartment. But just as her laptop and class syllabus still contain the triggering material, her memory still contains the trauma of her past sexual abuse. When Kailey told her teacher she was triggered, she didn’t just mean she was offended—she meant she had a visceral, physical response.
(10/12/16 8:46am)
Penn students seldom see reason to venture farther west than 40th and Walnut streets, despite the plethora of affordable restaurants within comfortable walking distance. The Restaurant School at Walnut Hill College serves as a perfect example of this tragedy.
(10/13/16 7:24am)
Jack Beckwith (W '16), Nick Sorscher (C '16) and Aziz Kamoun (C '16) describe themselves as “data junkies who like to investigate topics in music, politics and sports.” Their tech startup, The DataFace, publishes data analysis stories with data–based visuals on various topics.
(09/08/16 8:39am)
Most Penn students with IDs that grant them access to drinking establishments feel that they have spent too much of their undergraduate careers leaning on the bar at Smokes’ waiting for a $5 pitcher of Coors Light. Well, Street has some good news: Four former Penn graduate students have developed an app that eliminates the need to a) wait b) tactfully flash your credit card without looking like a total douche and c) calculate a decent tip with your intoxicated Ivy League brain.
(09/08/16 8:00am)
Greetings, freshmen with
good fakes, timid transfer
students and seniors who
never used to go out but
are ready for that hardcore
slide. You’re probably a little
confused by the various late
night spots on campus you
keep hearing about. Fear not.
Street is here to help you fit
in and get down with the
cool drunk kids.
(09/01/16 7:22am)
Remember those awkward,
poorly acted, more–painful–
than–childbirth, supposedly
informational films we were
forced to watch in health
class? The plot was always the
same: unfashionably dressed
boy and girl are in a casual,
undefined, sexual relationship.
Girl goes to get tested
because men aren’t expected
to be responsible, and she
discovers that she has gonorrhea.
“But doctor,” she says,
“I don’t understand, he pulled
out!” “Well, actually Pauline,”
the doctor says, “While there
are various forms of birth
control, condoms are the only
effective method of preventing
STDs.” She is humiliated
at the prospect of telling the
boy, but, after a long day of
soul searching, she picks up
her curly–corded phone and
calls him. “But Pauline,” says
the boy, “I don’t understand,
I pulled out!” and she says
“Well, actually…” It is truly
riveting cinema.
(07/21/16 2:17pm)
Both restaurants and consumers face serious Dining Dilemmas. For restaurants, the problem is that they have fixed menu prices all throughout the day and week, regardless of factors that might weaken demand. For example, the Tartufo Pizza from Tap House is $17 whether you dine at 8pm on a beautiful Friday evening, when demand is high, or at 4pm on Monday in torrential rain, when demand is low. For customers, the problems are that, firstly, everyone argues about where to eat, and, secondly, nobody wants to spend more money than necessary. Enter Spotluck: the app that provides monetary incentives to dine out at specific restaurants and at less popular times, simultaneously saving money for the consumer.