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Return of the Harrison Grille

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

I know now that I have passed a major threshold in my residency at the Gr1lle: I no longer ask questions; I merely demand keys. Since I know where everything is stocked now, I only need to defeat the security lasers and autocannons that safeguard the ice cream bunker.

Of all the bright-eyed young freshmen that trained at the Grille last summer, only Alex and I remain. All the rest have moved on to the next phase of their lives. (Unemployment probably.)

So far this year, I’ve been working register a disproportional amount. I don’t know why it gets a bad rap. It’s out in the fresh air. There’s no getting squirted in the face with ice cream. And there’s no risk of emo burns. (So called because the angle that some people reach into the impinger causes the edge of the oven to touch their wrists.)

Things aren’t terribly boring like others say. Sometimes people have palindromic balances. For example, someone’s account had $197.91 left. I always make sure to point this out to them to liven up their night.

Of course, there’s the dealing with freshmen. But I’m a TA after all. I’ve had training. When describing the menu to freshmen, I divide it up into fresh, fried, cheesy/toasted and sweet.

Fresh Fried
Chicken Bacon Ranch Wrap
Chicken Caeser Wrap
Garden Veggie Wrap
Side Salad
Chicken Snack Wraps
Shoestring Fries
Crinkle-cut fries
Mini Corndogs
Shrimp Po’ Boy
Popcorn Chicken
Spicy Chicken Sandwich
Inferno Chicken Sandwich
Cheesy/toasted Sweet
Jake’s BBQ Toasted Sub
Buffalo Chicken Toasted Sub
Stromboli Toasted Sub
Cavalier Club
Tuscan Chicken Flatbread
Buffalo Chicken Flatbread
Pizza Zammich™
Tank’s Club Zammich™
Garlic Cheese Toast
Bosco Sticks
Nachos
Overloaded Nachos
Chili-cheese Fries
Shakes
Ice cream scoops
Cake slices

Of course, the one item that doesn’t belong is the baked potato, but who orders those anyway?

Fryers was easy to pick up again. It’s like riding a 375° bicycle. Only now there’s no more crowding around the central Subs touchscreen like the monkeys from 2001. Now, there’s a second black monolith that the person on fryers has to themselves.

We of course have a new flagship song. The one from last year, that played over and over on the kitchen radio so much that I have become classically conditioned to start whistling it whenever I smell Canola oil was Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold”. The song to be playing incessantly over the radio this year looks to be Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face”.

I’ve also almost fully developed a preparation technique. I use Ataru with elements of Makashi technique. I was of course influenced by Master Luke’s Soresu, and ended up mixing that with Djem So, which is where I started my training.

The Makashi influence is from Hope and Audrey although Hope deviates noticeably close to Juyo/Vaapad. I fear she treads dangerously close to the Dark Side.

Another Castle

Monday, September 7th, 2009

In case you were wondering, this is the building I live in.

castle

I live behind one of those tiny windows, but not under the battlements or in the towers. It’s really convenient that that building is right near north campus. The trip to my class at the nearest academic building is a 5-minute commute. Of course, some buildings are on the south side of main campus, so it’s still a half-mile to get to those.

And of course, the Gr1lle where I continue to work is even more than that, at least a 15 minute walk. Which makes my next subject all the more necessary.

Such is the way of the college dorm resident: scavenging for furnishings, and improvising accessories and the final step: reduction of standards.

hopefully, this will appease gram-gram

This vehicle had humble origins, being in the possession of Dylan as he used it to bike to and from Harrison. Over the summer, it languished on an oft-overlooked rack, subject to the summer sun and rain. The chain grew a fiery crimson and entropy took its course as it always will. Dylan had already relinquished her in his heart. I came across them as he was in the process of disposal outside Hillenbrand. Dylan easily resigned her to me, removing his bike lock for transfer to his new bike.

After some lubrication, inflation, and minor screwing, I got her moving again. Just enough to hobble back to Cary. Where my allen and crescent wrench were waiting. Between classes, I tightened brakes, adjusted dérailleur position screws and regressed the chain rust back to a dark blood red with WD-40.

All I had on me was a combination lock, so she was parked in a thorny bush for the time being. I needed to get my hands on a bike chain.

So what is about the third day that I’m contemplating where to get one, I’m scootering along Purdue’s Stadium Mall, past the fenced off landscaping projects, when I see it. Eight feet of rusty hooked chain lying in the grass. Seeing that the nearest construction crew was far away enough to have forgotten this useful little piece of hardware, I stuffed it in my backpack. Only to have it embarrassingly fall out again at dinner in front of everyone. Oh, well. My reputation didn’t have a good prognosis anyway.

But united with the combination lock, this became much more than just a flail. It secured my new bike until she was ready to use, usually for the 3-minute cruise to Harrison and back. The dual suspension sees limited use in anything more than mounting curbs. The handlebars have those curving end handles that are known as “ski bend” handlebar extensions. I like them because they’re ergonomic and also make me feel like I’m flying a space ship.

And rightly so. This is a 19 mph upgrade in speed from a scooter.