I'm horribly sorry, but after helping my MIL make fish pasties and venison sausage and 4000 other vile things for feast, I will never, never, never, never again eat "period" food.

Give me an outside, lisenced, looks-peroid-to-me vendor any day, or frankly, I'll leave campus and hit the Taco Bell.

I think the only exception to this is cheese.