Maroon News

Issue date: 8/30/07 Section: Commentary

DINING CRISIS: The Edge's recent transformation has created a crowded and food-less environment at both Frank and the Coop.

The new Edge is suave. Blue glassware, table cloths, speakers playing a slightly outdated Green Day song, buzzers to let you know when your food is ready and free bread with your meal.  Sound great? Not even close. In fact, other than its mildly appealing décor, I can't say one good thing about it.

The Cutting Edge, as it is now titled, is useless and has led to a massive dining crisis throughout the rest of campus. 

Formerly a favorite weekend breakfast spot for athletes and other early risers, the Edge will now only function during dinner. Sorry to all you sophomores who picked to live in Bryan Complex because you thought you could just stroll down to the Edge in your PJs. Not only would such an outfit not fit in with the want-to-be high-class aura of the Cutting Edge, but also showing up on a whim won't get you seated. This Edge is reservation only. 

Dining services recommends that you place your reservation as much as ten (10!) days in advance -- as if college kids know where and when they'll be getting dinner over a week beforehand. These reservations are taken very seriously too. When I visited the Edge this evening I saw a couple standing off to the side waiting for something. Turns out they showed up at 5:55 for a 6:00 p.m. reservation and were told, "You're too early." They were forced to wait until six sharp to be seated. Mind you, I counted only three occupied tables in the whole restaurant. But my shock wasn't over yet. My party of 13, which included non-student Colgate staff, was turned away, even though we made reservations over a week ago. Apparently they lost our reservation. Wow, only two days on the job and already they're having problems with the reservation process! That doesn't exactly bode well for the future.

Despite the fact that the Edge was barren except for one hour during the peak of suppertime, no accommodations were made to squeeze us in. Having been rejected by the Edge, I was left with only two options: hike it up to the Coop or fight the gargantuan lines at prime time Frank. I chose the former because a funny thing happened to me on Monday night when I went to dinner. It was 8:15 p.m. when I swiped my meal card at Frank Dining Hall. I approached the salad bar to find that all items were dwindled down to nothing! No more lettuce. No more pizza. Both soups were empty and the vegan line was picked over. I managed to scrape a few spoonfuls of rice out of the Entrée 1 line, but that was all. Frank had literally run out of food.

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