We're eating at the college two doors down for the week, while they manhandle the floor in our dining hall. Personally I don't see why we can't just go through the servery, and eat outside. Most people do in summer anyway. However, gaily - yea verily and saucily also - we saunter down the street (or rather, we cut through the college in between, making rude gestures at the rosebushes) and enter, wide-eyed, the foreign domain.

Of course, we're all desperate to find something, anything, everything wrong with the food, just to reassure ourselves of our own superiority. Food looks beautiful, tastes adequate, but there isn't much variety, and aren't the serving staff unpleasant. We miss Jo. Jo's lovely. Jo mothers everyone. But there's chocolate milk here, on tap, and it's really good if you get a coffee from their machine (weak and watery, even more so than ours) and add it. The toasters look like alien contraptions. But the real killer is that breakfast only goes from 7:45 until 8:45 sharp. Unlike our own long haul of 7 til 9:30. I imagine that's a real bitch if you've got an 8 o'clock lecture.

But the chocolate milk's nice.