Dear Mango Lassi from that Indian Restaurant on Thayer Street,
Wow, what an evening that was. I felt so uncomfortable but also wildly cosmopolitan, having dinner off campus, choosing Indian food (so international!), walking down those steps into the dim, spice-scented restaurant. I had already tried the falafel stand but this place! Wow. And then I asked the waiter about you and he gazed into my eyes and reverentially called you “nectar of the Gods”.
And it was true. You helped me navigate that whole awkward, exhilarating meal.
-e.