by Anonymous

Desperate times call for desperate measures. We’ve all had our fair share of 3 a.m. scallion pancakes at The Kong after a long night out and, at the time, they’re always AWESOME. The Kong can also provide a haven for late-night p-setters, who are “just as desperate for food but sober, so the hunger strikes harder.” But the Kong opens at 11:30… a.m. What on earth happens there during normal business hours? The Voice ventures to find out.

5:00 p.m.: Yikes. Where is everyone? Where are the drunken students trying to figure out tip? The kid asleep on the table? Sketchy guy spitting game over spicy noodles? This is not the Kong I know and love.

Occupants of the Kong: One small family and a professor-looking person chowing down on fried rice. Was seated quickly and brought water and a menu. This is… not so bad?

5:10 p.m.: Water: refilled. Ordered: Scallion Pancakes, Crab Rangoon, Sesame Chicken, and Hot Basil Noodles. I am scared and excited for greasy Chinese all at the same time.

5:29 p.m.: Food arrives quickly, it looks… good?! First bites= Delicious, delicious Chinese. Total win. But after awhile, you start to get the feeling that without the heavenly glow of alcohol surrounding your Hot Basil Noodles, Kong food really is just mediocre Chinese fare.  This is like finding out Santa isn’t real all over again. I want Santa back.

5:56 p.m.: Three girls come in and start recounting their weekend final club conquests. I’m starting to feel more comfortable. Nighttime Kong does exist in milder daylight form.

5:58 p.m.: Hilarity of girls next to us wears off, carb coma sets in. Need. To. Move. Read the rest of this entry »

Submitted by an actual Voice frosh.

Dramatic interpretation.

12:00am – Finally got out of Slumber Party and itching to commence the real celebration of the night. Yep, that’s right! It’s River Running time, folks!! HUPD and CUPD (? Cambridge Police? Canta Popo?) catch me if you can! The willful will prevail and the timid shall be Quadded!

12:07am - Text from Currierite best friend, “Drop by and visit me!” Not wanting to hurt best friend’s feelings, but it’s called River Run for a reason! Neglect to reply. Will just tell her that i’m too drunk to know which shuttle to get on at this point. V. scared of catching the LMA2 by mistake and getting deported to the scary land of disenfranchised geeks, a.k.a MIT.

12:10am - Penguin House here I come! Quincy is sweeeet. Have you seen the view from New Quincy? Am talked into taking double shots by blockmates and sketchy looking senior dude in a hoodie. It’s fine. I’m all about utilizing (free) resources. Feeling v. upbeat and happy.

12:20am – Basking in the glory of Voicelove at Leverett. If you ever need a reason to comp The Voice, this is it. Read the rest of this entry »