Mostly due to the insistence of the Student Union, Wake Forest hosted a sendoff party for all of the seniors a few weeks before classes ended. Senior Sendoff was basically a celebration of everything that we have accomplished as students and leaders on campus, with the addition of free booze and free food. They bussed us over to the local minor league baseball stadium and had us stand out on the field so that we could take a class picture that actually ended up being pretty cool.
Last Sunday we went downtown to celebrate one of my closest friend’s 22nd birthday. Granted her birthday was actually on Monday but, you know, we’re all believers of the whole “birthday week.”
We ate at a restaurant that’s a favorite of ours, Jeffrey Adams, which I’ve eaten at a few times already this semester. Per usual I ordered the lobster mac n’ cheese and we all split a pitcher of pomegranate sangria. Luckily I don’t have class on Mondays so I didn’t have to worry about getting up early or anything. We also took a TON of pictures because we all love to pose and pretend like we’re much more popular on Facebook than we actually are (which is the whole point of Facebook… right??). No pictures, however, were taken while we were eating because even as much as I love my camera, a girl has to have her priorities.
A couple weeks ago, two friends and I decided to get dinner at a restaurant that opened in Winston last year, The Porch. While I’d heard that the food was amazing, I didn’t realize how popular The Porch actually was until it took us forever to find parking on a Thursday night.
Every year in the fall, students at Wake look forward to what’s known as Fall Break which is basically a fancy name for the three-day weekend we get off from classes. I usually go home for this break but to switch things up my dad and grandparents came down to Wake Forest for the football game against Syracuse.
Dad flew into Greensboro the night before my grandparents arrived and we got dinner to celebrate the beginning of the weekend. The next afternoon, after my grandparents checked into their hotel, the four of us grabbed a light lunch downtown before making our way over to the Reynolda House. Fun fact of the day, Wake’s campus was funded by the tobacco industry. Yep, the land that now serves as my beloved university once belong to R.J. Reynolds and his wife, Katherine Reynolds, who at one point were considered to be the wealthiest couple in North Carolina. Reynolds was the founder of the R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company, which is still based in Winston-Salem.
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On Sunday morning, I met up with my dad and grandparents bright and early to to grab breakfast at Mary’s Gourmet Diner (formerly known and still widely referred to as Breakfast of Course) before everyone headed home. Breakfast of Course is massively popular and people start lining up outside before the restaurant is even open to get a table. While I am usually not a huge fan of waiting in lines, the food at Breakfast of Course is just that good that I was willing to drag my family out into the cold to stand in line for half an hour. I feel like I wouldn’t feel this passionately about the matter if my friends would actually wake up early enough to go with me, but sadly I usually have to wait until my parents come to visit.
This past weekend my dad and grandparents came to visit me for the Wake Forest-Syracuse football game. My dad flew into North Carolina the night before my grandparents arrived and so we decided to grab dinner at a local restaurant relatively close to campus, Milner’s. As described by the chef himself as “refined southern cuisine,” Milner’s menu most definitely lives up to its promise. The food is four star, with options ranging from trout to risotto and oysters to hanger steak, with a flair of southern charm that reminds you of a home cooked meal without any of the effort on your part. I’ve only been to Milner’s once about two years ago but the dining experience was just as wonderful as I had remembered.
