I’d say this guy had a much more balanced diet in college than I did. I didn’t even have a waffle iron! I had a hot pot, and I subsisted mainly on Top Ramen, Teddy Grahams, instant coffee, and enormous lemon-poppyseed muffins from More-4. I theoretically ate in the dining hall, but there were some deeply regrettable dishes served there (Pilaf with a Purpose and Beige Foam spring to mind) and I would sometimes prefer to go hungry than eat there.
Is it any wonder I was seduced by a man with his own apartment who could actually cook?
