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Borderless Boozing

It's happened to all of us: you start drinking on Beige, only to wake up in Budapest the next day, laying naked beside a Latvian prostitute named Katya.

by GRANT GINDER

Forget Paris

Here's a tip: when the French guy at Le Creperie knows your full name, class schedule and that you like extra feta, no spinach and a mix of the two batters, it's time to stop.

by LOUISE MCCREADY

With booze as my shepherd

The Black Sheep Pub is the epitome of what every good Irish Pub should be -- dark, cozy and friendly -- and it's located a short block from Rittenhouse Square on a beautiful tree-lined street.

by 34TH STREET

Somewhere over the rainbow

By the end of the week, after too many midterms, Gia Pronto salads and Insomnia cookies, sometimes you're simply in need of some solace and a real meal.

by 34TH STREET

Homecoming

What with Ben and Jerry's going corporate, Sex and the City gone forever and our moron of a president making a mockery of the democratic system, it seems to us that in life, the only remaining trace of reason and stability is found at the bottom of an empty glass.

by GRANT GINDER

You Don't Know Jack

Admit it: you know jack about beer. In fact, you probably couldn't tell a quality brew if it smacked your ass as you waited for the next Batman sequel.

by 34TH STREET

Love Stout, baby

Yards Brewery smells like a frat house in the wee hours of morning, only crisp rather than stale, appetizing rather than nauseating.

by JACLYN EINIS

Suds go swank

The Independence Brew Pub is quite possibly the classiest brewpub in Philadelphia. The word "pub" brings to mind dark wood, poor lighting and very greasy finger food.

by ALEXIS NANOVIC

Heads up

Usually singing and dancing children provide cause to vomit. They weren't kidding when they said Youth was wasted on the Young -- in fact, they couldn't have been more dead-on.

by GRANT GINDER

Misery loves company

Yes, we're drinking champions. Yes, our livers are shriveled but strong. Yet, fellow enthusiasts, we too get hung-over.

by GRANT GINDER

Diners 'r us

Even though we like to think of ourselves as flower-tressed and laissez-faire, with free will and the strength of character to do whatever the hell we want, when it comes down to the most miserable things in life, we really don't have many options.

by 34TH STREET

Not your average nosheri

The word "nosheri" brings to mind that ever-present spread on grandma's coffee table -- the offerings vary, but chunks of melon (on toothpicks), mixed nuts and crackers to spread with chopped liver are always featured.

by SARA LEVINE

Beer 101

Ah, beer: that luscious liquid that helps Pi Kapp guys score each weekend. As much as you may want to deny it (we certainly don't), beer has played a formative role in your college career.

by GRANT GINDER

Eurotrash

La Colombe is the anti-Starbucks. There are no sugar-free Venti lattes, no big comfy living room chairs and no pre-packaged salads or pillowy-looking muffins labeled "reduced-fat." It's an authentic European cafe experience, with a minimal menu and simple decor.

by SARA LEVINE

Booze and brownies

Watch out Scoop De Ville, there's a new ice cream parlor vying for our affection. Trendier and more grown-up than the Rittenhouse favorite, More Than Just Ice Cream combines contemporary art deco, a hipper-than-you staff and ridiculous deserts.

by KLAIR SPILLER

I heart carbs

Some of us wake up in the morning and go for a brisk jog in the crisp autumn air (or so we hear). Others sit outside Pottruck for our mid-morning cheesesteak-and-cigarette break and watch the lines forming behind the elliptical machines in cracked out wonder, terror-stricken and fascinated at the notion of physical exertion before noon.

by 34TH STREET

Cheesecake and chintz

Waking up slightly hung-over on Friday, you've got a simple choice ahead of you: go to class or stroll down to South Street and indulge in a carbfest?

by LOUISE MCCREADY

Veg out

Most of you would rather review the Pasta Station at Commons than a place called Kingdom of Vegetarians, but for a veg-head, it is a pleasure.

by LIZ MORRIS

Boozing outside the box

In our beloved nation, there are certain occasions that are generally understood to be appropriate for throwing back a drink.

by GRANT GINDER

You're all sinners

So you're a greedy little bastard; pushing freshmen out of the way at the keg, taking the whole bowl of candy on Halloween -- you're a selfish ass.

by 34TH STREET

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