Every year we’re stunned by Penn students’ sheer inability to submit funny shoutouts. Since you never learn, we’re making an example of some particularly heinous submissions. We’re not laughing with you, we’re laughing at you.
Penn's brochures would have you believe that starting freshman year is like walking onto the set of some combination of "Good Will Hunting," "The Social Network," and "A Beautiful Mind." For many, disenchantment sets in as the classes are more boring and the people less thrilling than advertised.
Fine dining is a little like yoga, or meditation, or floating on your back in the middle of a Jacuzzi: the world gets really small when you do it.
At Vetri, on 1312 Spruce St., it’s a world of glass from Murano, of wooden tables and floors.
Listen up: once upon a time, everyone here at Penn was just as confused as you freshmen are now — we’ve all at one time or another legitimately tried to avoid the Compass or purposefully touched the Ben Franklin statue.