There’s a lot of options for this one. Recently I’ve become a big fan of Junzi late night. And G-Heav has stopped wage thieving, apparently, so sometimes I like buying teeny tortellinis from the hot bar. And freshman year, the Wenzel delivery guy told me I was beautiful which was, like, really nice of him. But patronizing all these food establishments requires patience, credits cards, a level of public decency, et cetera. My favorite drunk food spot requires none of these things.

Global Grounds is a literal place of worship dedicated to food that costs zero dollars. Stacy’s Chips, Pirate’s Booty, hot chocolate, oatmeal cookie crumbs, baby carrots (for the weak)—Global Grounds lays them all out on holy platters in Dwight Hall until 2 a.m., Friday and Saturday nights. Some- times they serve Cheetos and hummus, which is honestly kind of crazy but it’s free.

As you stumble down the aisle reaching blindly for the saltiest food item you can get your hands on, knocking down stacks of Jenga that cross your path, you may attract a few derisive stares. But the ground spinning below you could not be more Global, and the Booty could not taste better.