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My floor was so bad that they tried to put us on 24/7 quiet hours. We ended up being so much worse after that, they backed down and left us alone lol

It was basically the wild west at Busby. I think the administration forgot we were up there.
 
It was basically the wild west at Busby. I think the administration forgot we were up there.
Our RA told us we were literally known around campus and people begged not to get us on weekends. Plants, signs and traffic cones were regularly stolen from other buildings and made their way to our hallways
 
It was basically the wild west at Busby. I think the administration forgot we were up there.

My freshman year my whole floor except me and one other freshman, had been kicked out of Sherman house the year before. They made it co-ed because it was full on Animal House over there. They guys painted "4th Floor Sherman House" on our hallway wall. It was probably not ideal for my early grades.
 
Our RA told us we were literally known around campus and people begged not to get us on weekends. Plants, signs and traffic cones were regularly stolen from other buildings and made their way to our hallways

What dorm?
 
My freshman year my whole floor except me and one other freshman, had been kicked out of Sherman house the year before. They made it co-ed because it was full on Animal House over there. They guys painted "4th Floor Sherman House" on our hallway wall. It was probably not ideal for my early grades.
Ok, @HuskyHawk . Your chef was Benny and "Sherman Rules the Quad!" The Tombstone still lives on Sherman Beach and yes, I do remember the Sherman Random Noise Band. I was there from 87-91. I heard all the stories about the all male dorm and met some of the alumni as they came back during Spring Weekend and Homecoming.

Legend Story: Someone found out that the owner of Piels (Bill Piels) lived in Sherman, Connecticut. So, the dorm invited him to the dorm picnic at Mansfield Hollow. The picnic is going great and a large black Lincoln pulls up and Bill Piels and his wife pull up with cases of Piels and signs everyone's beer cans. I loved that story and wished I was there.
 
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I think my favorite part of this thread is Pudge gamely trying to talk football right in the middle of it.

I'm about to go all get-off-my-lawn....

You kids had it easy. Back in the day, when I lived in South in a building with exposed heating pipes and a dirt floor in the laundry room, our best dining options were either a sandwich or whatever gray meat UConn managed to buy from the remaindered pen at the slaughterhouse.
How old are you? I was in South and we had a cook and steward for 60 people. He'd make whatever we wanted. I used to call down from my room and get a bacon omelette and toast. Grab a quick shower, it pick up, slap the omelette between the bread, get a coffee, walk cross campus to the Math Science (Gant, I believe) building for my morning class.

... and yes the floors were finished.
 
Back then each "small dorm" had it's own chef that cooked family style. No weekend meal plan ...
”Back then” and earlier just after Stowe’s end of the world event, small dorms were the way to go even with a drunk of a cook. IIRC, we went through 3 or 4 cooks in 2 years. The drunk just stopped showing up, and we were on our own for a week+.

Breakfast was great for an early morning class, afternoon siesta/study, evening/night partier, but rooming with the Steward and resulting key access made for some decent late night snacks.

On then no-food-served weekends, verboten kitchen access made for some OK to good meals. After Universal or A&P/Rapps runs, my best weekend meals were burgers or less frequently chicken or cheap steak grilled on a Hibachi. Just recalled one anal RA never who never could figure out the Hibachi wasn’t stored in my nor anyone’s room. Such a Richard!
 
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”Back then” and earlier just after Stowe’s end of the world event, small dorms were the way to go even with a drunk of a cook. IIRC, we went through 3 or 4 cooks in 2 years. The drunk just stopped showing up, and we were on our house own for a week+.

Breakfast was great for an early morning class, afternoon siesta/study, evening/night partier, but rooming with the Steward and key access made for some decent late night snacks.

On then no-food-served weekends, verboten kitchen access made for some OK to good meals. After Universal or A&P/Rapps runs, my best weekend meals were burgers or less frequently chicken or cheap steak grilled on a Hibachi. Just recalled one anal RA never who never could figure out the Hibachi wasn’t stored in my nor anyone’s room. Such a Richard!
I loved the small dorm life. You knew everyone and my roommate was also the steward and had access to the kitchen so we did have some perks to food other than TED's
 
”Back then” and earlier just after Stowe’s end of the world event, small dorms were the way to go even with a drunk of a cook. IIRC, we went through 3 or 4 cooks in 2 years. The drunk just stopped showing up, and we were on our own for a week+.

Breakfast was great for an early morning class, afternoon siesta/study, evening/night partier, but rooming with the Steward and resulting key access made for some decent late night snacks.

On then no-food-served weekends, verboten kitchen access made for some OK to good meals. After Universal or A&P/Rapps runs, my best weekend meals were burgers or less frequently chicken or cheap steak grilled on a Hibachi. Just recalled one anal RA never who never could figure out the Hibachi wasn’t stored in my nor anyone’s room. Such a Richard!

Sounds to me like y’all had room service
 
This is an excellent thread
Hah, the food part’s even better now that I can eat again after a Spartacus early morning colonoscopy. Way TMI, but pretty hungry with multi-stage rockets blasting off late last night. Guess what you millennials get to do in a few decades?
 
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Hah, the food part’s even better now that I can eat again after a Spartacus early morning colonoscopy. Way TMI, but pretty hungry with multi-stage rockets blasting off late last night. Guess what you millennials get to do in a few decades?

They’ll have invented bionic colons by then
 
Looking back on it, the only really bad UConn dining option (that sticks out in my memory all these years later), was North.

And even they had that Tortellini bar every once in a while, which was great.

Another things I remember liking a lot: the coffee ground encrusted pork roast at South (which also had good pizza).

Best pizza: Northwest
The Jungle Cafe. Pronounced Calf.
Stop with this North nonsense you PC Snowflakes.
 
Ok, @HuskyHawk . Your chef was Benny and "Sherman Rules the Quad!" The Tombstone still lives on Sherman Beach and yes, I do remember the Sherman Random Noise Band. I was there from 87-91. I heard all the stories about the all male dorm and met some of the alumni as they came back during Spring Weekend and Homecoming.

Legend Story: Someone found out that the owner of Piels (Bill Piels) lived in Sherman, Connecticut. So, the dorm invited him to the dorm picnic at Mansfield Hollow. The picnic is going great and a large black Lincoln pulls up and Bill Piels and his wife pull up with cases of Piels and signs everyone's beer cans. I loved that story and wished I was there.

I was in Lafayette (3rd floor), which is where they sent the guys from 2nd floor Sherman the year before in order to make it co-ed. I arrived in 1984. I had forgotten the random noise band, but I participated in it. Can't recall who the chef was honestly. We had the highest priced meal plan on campus.

Legend Story: My super-senior final semester (Crawford, floor was almost all 9th semester guys like me) we went to see Otis Day and the Knights on campus. One of the guys in the dorm chatted with a band member after, and they wanted to know where they could party. He told them to come to our dorm and we'd take care of them. So they did. And we partied with Otis Day and the Knights...playing "Shout!" obviously. Fun memory.

Spring Weekend Story: I'm watching Joan Jett, and about 6 feet away are a bunch of wild looking guys who looked like they escaped from the art school. Joan finished up and ten minutes later those guys were on stage singing "I'll stop the world and melt with you".
 
I was in Lafayette (3rd floor), which is where they sent the guys from 2nd floor Sherman the year before in order to make it co-ed. I arrived in 1984. I had forgotten the random noise band, but I participated in it. Can't recall who the chef was honestly. We had the highest priced meal plan on campus.

Legend Story: My super-senior final semester (Crawford, floor was almost all 9th semester guys like me) we went to see Otis Day and the Knights on campus. One of the guys in the dorm chatted with a band member after, and they wanted to know where they could party. He told them to come to our dorm and we'd take care of them. So they did. And we partied with Otis Day and the Knights...playing "Shout!" obviously. Fun memory.

Spring Weekend Story: I'm watching Joan Jett, and about 6 feet away are a bunch of wild looking guys who looked like they escaped from the art school. Joan finished up and ten minutes later those guys were on stage singing "I'll stop the world and melt with you".

This is just vaguely the plot of animal house
 
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The Jungle Cafe. Pronounced Calf.
Stop with this North nonsense you PC Snowflakes.
It's not "the jungle" anymore. Hasn't been for over a decade. It's just a boring dorm now.
 
Ok ok

3 whole pages of the thread AND no mention of the “End of the World” party in South Campus in 1979. Broke up all of Stowe ... and others from All Male to Coed. Then scraped them a few years later. The Bright guys in Stowe decided: (1) burn all the furniture in common areas & kitchens; and (2) invite the biker gangs from all across Connecticut to attend and drink free beer. Over 65 kegs ordered. Money raised by showing Classic in Von der Mehden.

I had been Stowe B in 1977-1978. An RA in Alumni the next year. The Residential Life Administration went wild; it made The NY Times.
 
This is just vaguely the plot of animal house

You can see why it was something of a miracle that I got into law school. I never drank in high school and was dropped into that.
 
I was in South ... and yes the floors were finished.
Not sure what the latter references, but I vaguely recall more than a few 1/4 barrel bowling Tues & Wed nights. Not just floors, but walls, doors, and occasionally legs of owners foolish enough to enter our hallway without looking beware ...

“Knowledge is good”
 
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Not sure what the latter references, but I vaguely recall more than a few 1/4 barrel bowling Tues & Wed nights. Not just floors, but walls, doors, and occasionally legs of owners foolish enough to enter our hallway without looking beware ...

“Knowledge is good”
We did not do that. We would have if we'd thought of it though.
 
You could discern beer quality in college??

Our routine was enough "premium" (Michelob, Heine's, St. Pauli) to get a buzz, then Weidemann's till you passed out.

If there are any Piels fans out there, you can still get it at Greasy Nick's (Lido's Clam Bar) on Shore Rd in New Rochelle. Last time I was there they also had 'Gansett. Used to carry Knickerbocker as late as a decade ago.

When I was in Crandall C in 77-78, we had Stan, a true Polock as our cook. Kielbasa, stuffed cabbage and thin pork chops were the usual. Dude couldn't cook Italian at all. But, whenever he served beets as a side, immediate food fight.

Stowe was just a cluster. Spent one semester in Stowe C where we had a funnelator to bomb Mirror Lake. Stowe A were animals. Ripped out the pay phone so nobody could call home. IIRC, the year before the End of the World Party, they had a sewage leak into their kitchen. If the school hadn't closed it, I'm positive they would've kept eating the food.
 
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