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Anyone who eats at Crossroads on any sort of regular basis knows that eating there requires incredible amounts of strategy. We could get into the minutiae of general Dining Commons analysis, but believe us–given the amount of conversation devoted to exactly how crappy the food is at Crossroads at any given time, it would require a different post altogether.
Regulars at the Dining Commons also know that every conceivable holiday is acknowledged in some way or another, lest something affiliated with our notoriously diversity-sensitive institution be considered even the teeniest bit intolerant. This acknowledgment usually takes the form of cheesy decorations and a vaguely themed menu. Last night, though–last night was different. Not only did Crossroads serve decent food, but it also bequeathed its Valentine extravaganza with a title that was, well, not exactly politically correct: Chocolate Fest.
There, we said it. May we remind you that it’s Black History Month? Yeah, we won’t even get into how that’s being celebrated in the DCs. Anyway, we digress.
The main attractions were the chocolate fountains, both of which were “chocolate rain”-ing all over plenty of Rice Krispy treats, brownies (gotta love that chocolate on chocolate action) and other assorted things that go with chocolate fountains. Blue Plate featured one of its better standards, Pan Roasted Rosemary Chicken. The station formerly known as “South of the Border” (a.k.a. World Flavors) served an orange chicken that was pretty OK, despite the fact that it wasn’t particularly orange-y and was accompanied by some slightly sketchy-looking stir-fried vegetables. Vegan Blue Plate was on its A-game with Shard Pumpkin Ravioli fit for the most PETA-hating carnivore.
Finally, the metaphorical cherries on top (Crossroads isn’t so big on garnishes) were the relatively short lines. Unlike the over-hyped mayhem that was Winter Fest, Chocolate Fest wasn’t really any more crowded than Crossroads normally is during peak hours, probably because all the canoodling couples who would ordinarily be there were busy waiting for tables at swanky joints on College instead. (And you suckers had to pay!) So, kudos to you, Cal Dining for making Valentine’s Day kind of tasty for the rest of us.
Cal Dining [Website]
Earlier: Crawling Berkeley: Meet Me at the Crossroads
Comments:
Feb 15, 2008 at 11:25 am
You didn’t mention the biggest travesty of the dinning hall. They took away the sprinkles because they have trans-fat. What the fuck gives. I like my trans-fat, give me my sprinkles. If you don’t want trans-fat, don’t eat it.