Being remote this semester has me missing a lot of things about Kenyon, including Peirce Hall’s cuisine. There’s something about waiting in line for food that makes it taste better, I suppose. Since I was feeling so homesick (Peirce-sick?) for Peirce food, I decided to try and recreate Peirce dishes at home.Continue reading
Greetings, ladies, gents, and those who do not fall within the suffocating constraints of the gender binary. Let me get straight to the point. I seek to answer an age-old question plaguing many a Kenyon student: what the fuck is a market dog? This coveted commodity, supposedly more than just a hot dog, is sold for 75 cents apiece at the Village Market. However, these things of legend are but a mere fraction of the great body of Kenyon lore. But they are a mere fraction no more. On Tuesday, April 9, myself and some of my idiot friends set out to answer this question for ourselves.Continue reading
Everybody who’s anybody has heard of the Coshocton Challenge, the famed endeavor to eat at every restaurant along Coshocton Avenue without stopping or vomiting. Most wimps have shied away from the very idea. The Thrill’s editors often joke about completing this task to help raise awareness for the challenge, and every week we all cringe and refuse to participate. But this week, dear readers, Gracie Potter ‘17 and Julia Lindsay ‘18 set out, wide-eyed and bushy tailed, to complete the Coshocton Challenge for the sake of journalism.