Tempus fugit

While on a Latin kick - Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore ("But meanwhile it flees: time flees irretrievably, while we wander around, prisoners of our love of detail"). The semester is almost over and the streets empty. Time flies indeed and its time for some quick notes around campus before the lull. I am late to jump on bandwagons or in this case, carts but the Olio cart was my revelation of the semester with quite a few good weather al fresco lunches coming off it.
I think I am ready to appoint Rev it Up as a place du jour for now for semi-formal lunches.
Despite the shaky tables, the often messy interior and difficulty finding places to sit amidst the glued-to-laptop student crowd, we’ve had a bit of a soft spot for Crossroads for some time - generally steered there for between-appointments-lunch (if we’re not going to Elephant Thai – note to ET: Please increase the sizes of those pitifully small rice portions).
RiU has now proffered itself as a great alternative. I had earlier noted that the new owners had completely spruced the place from the rather dingy Common Cup and the interior has been transformed to something quite welcoming for lunch. The sandwich options are quite standard but well assembled. A matter of taste perhaps, but I’m also glad they made the switch from tortilla chips to regular crisps. However, the incipient vegetarian (or even experimental theoretician) in me longs to see more interesting variations (the thing I liked at x-roads) or options (the rather quirky and fun Harrison Street Coffee Shop being exhibit A in this department)...or even anything that migrates (even by a delta X) from basic tuna/chicken salads, roast beefs and BLTs….( add Sriracha ! ;-)..)
Lunch + coffee in all these places ~$10.

Probably an equal length of a saunter, but Belvidere on Broad seems worth a try for lunch (will be turning 1 in August). Had a dinner there recently and quite liked the tuna sandwich I had. Admittedly the walk to and from the restaurant was a bit of an assault on the senses.