Class Note 1990
This month, to commemorate the closing of EBAs, I asked ’90s two questions: “With which Dartmouth classmate did you eat the most EBAs chicken sandwiches?” and “What is your favorite memory related to EBAs?” Here are some of their responses, with more to come in the next issue. Gregg DiPietro: “The lightweight crew team immediately after weigh-ins the night before a race.” Mark Sternman: “My old roommate Tor Blaisdell. Both for the quantity of the food consumed and the quality of the conversation.” Julie Urda: “Kim Buresh. In fact, she was the last person with whom I ate there, I believe in 2014.” Parker Karnan: “Probably Mike Uram, since he and I were the laziest duo of our friends.” Ted Carleton: “I believe there are approximately 43 people who would name Mike Kanarick as the classmate with whom they ate the most chicken sandwiches. I am surprised he has never served as ambassador to Portugal.” Michael Lindgren: “In the winter of 1987 Hans Manske ’89 and I got into a habit of ordering the Wednesday night pasta special from EBAs, which was a huge takeout container of pasta with a side of garlic bread for, like, $4.99 or something. We’d have it delivered to New Hamp and then eat and drink and smoke while listening to Neil Young or The Allman Brothers Band, before heading out into the night for more carousing.” Matthew Greene: “Freshman year at Richardson Hall I found myself consuming just a few too many EBAs chicken sandwiches on a regular basis, so I asked Colin Tucker to stop me. I don’t think I meant it seriously, but he took it as his mission. So, returning to Richardson on any given night, I would call EBAs just before closing and eagerly await the appearance of that Portuguese roll. Unbeknownst to me (at least at first), Colin would either call and cancel my order or intercept the delivery, claiming the sandwich as his own. I would wait in vain and finally go to bed having never received my order. It took me forever to figure out what was going on.” David Rosenberg:“It was 2:15 a.m. I was hungry as only those who have experienced an evening of raging would understand. I was craving an EBAs chicken sandwich with bacon and melted cheese on that crunchy Portuguese muffin. I managed to get to the front door but the restaurant had closed. Bumming. I saw someone inside cleaning up so I pounded on the door. Finally he came over. Somehow I communicated the state of emergency and he said, ‘I’ll see what I can do.’ About five minutes later he emerged from the kitchen with a bag and inside was a warm, crunchy, smoky, savory EBAs chicken sandwich. I asked how much I owed and this savior just said, ‘Don’t worry about it, dude.’ I have never forgotten this incredible kindness. I wandered back to my bed, munching on that glorious sandwich. It never tasted better.” Deborah Collard: “Bishop “Bunky” Crawford and I (who both worked at EBAs) took a questionable road trip, but we were game to with one of the owners in a quest to find the perfect Portuguese muffin. He had a boat and we took it to Martha’s Vineyard to meet an elderly woman and taste-test several variations of the muffin. It was a strange adventure (and now that I’m a parent of a 17-year-old girl, probably ill-advised), but we had a great time!” Adds Bunky: “That is a great and weird memory. I think we were aware at the time that it was a slightly questionable adventure, but were game for anything in those days!”
—Rob Crawford, 22 Black Oak Road, Weston, MA 02493; crawdaddy37@gmail.com
