I live on-campus at Hanszen College at Rice University. Hanszen shares the South Servery with Weiss college, which is one of the three main, larger serveries on campus. Each college which is not attached to one of the big three has their own, but the three large ones are open on days when the smaller ones would be closed, and they generally have better food to boot.
Tonight, one of the things available was a smoked roast beef, carved to order by one of the chefs, and accompanied by 'homemade' barbecue sauce and horseradish cream sauce. This is a story of the events surrounding the roast.
Now, the servery opens for dinner at 5:30pm. I arrived at about 5:40pm, and saw some slices of the roast leaving on someone else's plate. I knew what I wanted for dinner immediately. Of course, as a special dish, there was a line to get any. It wasn't exceptionally long, though, so I was ready to wait. When I reached the front of the line, I ended up asking for a few more slices, since the first few I was given were from the tail end of the previous slab, and were 50% solid fat. I wanted meat.
With my plate filled with delicious roast and some sides, I sat with some friends and chatted as I ate. This was approximately 5:50pm. During our conversation, I realized that it was Thursday, and there ought to be cinnamon rolls available for dessert. I bused my part of the table and hurried back into the servery to see if my assumption was true. Unfortunately, there was no sign of extra deliciousness. This was approximately 6:05pm
What I did see, however, was the carving station. Or rather, what used to be the carving station. The location was devoid of even the scent of the smoked roast. Did I dream it? No, surely not: many others were still eating their roast in the commons. The roast was real. The students had simply consumed all of it that had been prepared. The servery is used by approximately 300 students over the course of a meal, between Hanszen and Weiss and the individual students from other colleges who visit for a meal. In under half an hour, the delectable meat prepared for them had vanished.
Rice students, it seems, are ravenous sharks.
