Around the world in continental style
We never did figure out exactly which continent the restaurant's name refers to -- the menu draws from the cuisines of at least five continents. But we do know that we want to move there and never come back.
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We never did figure out exactly which continent the restaurant's name refers to -- the menu draws from the cuisines of at least five continents. But we do know that we want to move there and never come back.
*This article appeared in the 4/1/02 Joke Issue* History Professor Thomas Childers' silence over the recent plagiarism controversy involving him and historian Stephen Ambrose has deeper roots than many first thought.
If I could design my ideal culinary oasis, it would smell like basil, curry and lemongrass, the decor would be pretty, airy and unpretentious and the staff would be friendly, knowledgeable and unobtrusive.
With graduation only a few months away, Frank Canning and his then-fiancee Heather began to realize last spring that life in a big city wasn't for them.
Before last year, a banana harvester from Hawaii might never have believed that theater groups across the country would be producing the play he wrote.
With the help of his brother, College senior Jon Rand has created a website that has opened the door for ambitious playwrights to showcase their work on a larger scale than they could have ever imagined.
After a full year of charcoal-smudged faces, paint-caked clothing and clay beneath their finger nails, senior Fine Arts majors can finally roll their years of study into their thesis exhibition, the culmination of collegiate careers.
Although Anirban Majumdar's closest friends at Penn had only known him for a few months, they said they would not forget his kindness and sincerity.
The steady clink of picks and shovels trickles from behind an abandoned, boarded-up Victorian house on a quiet South Jersey street. Then the rhythm is broken. A murmur of excitement echoes through the yard -- archaeologists have discovered a stash of historical artifacts hidden four feet below the surface.
If you follow Lancaster Avenue far enough north, you might eventually find Budd Street.
One student not only brought his mother to the concert, but shouted over dozens of other students to voice his plea: that Billy Joel give his mother a hug.
With the foreign minister of Androland on the phone, the U.S. president fretting anxiously in the Oval Office and five hostages awaiting their fates in the next room, the terrorist Committee for National Struggle had to think fast.
"Just name your price," one of the postings said. "I'll pay a huge profit for one ticket, I'm dying to go."
Canvas tote bags, plastic name tags and pantsuits seemed to be in fashion this weekend.
It's been 125 years, and there are thousands of women to thank. They have paved the way for the women on campus today -- for their Steve Madden feet, their Diesel-clad legs and their Clinique-powdered faces.
Michelle Dembiski could almost taste the homemade peanut butter cookies as she tore open the package her mother had sent her.
As part of a continuing response to the Friday suicide of Wharton junior Jose Joseph, the Office of Counseling and Psychological Services has expanded its services to help students deal with the death of a fellow classmate.
As Ben Stein addressed the hordes of Penn students who packed into Irvine Auditorium last night, many were less concerned about the celebrity's political views than about the chance to hear his famous monotone phrase: "Bueller, Bueller."
You didn't even notice me -- all you saw was the wheelchair. I probably rolled right by you on Locust Walk, just like I passed five or six other people I knew, with no eye contact, no recognition. I was in disguise and I had not even realized it.
Back then, we were nine, 10, 11 years old, and all we could do was wear yellow ribbons and write letters to the soldiers in the Persian Gulf. Now we're a lot older. It may be a new war, but most of us do not feel very different.