the place where cheap pizza, sponge-detail painted walls, and hilarious placemats come to join hands and skip
Baris holds a dear, tender place in my heart. As a freshman, my posse and I would always go to Baris on Sunday nights since all the dining halls were closed. If I was feeling rich, I spent a whopping $11 on the Chicken Cacciatore (which, as a frugal spender, I ate half of and saved the rest for later) and an iced tea. If I was low in funds, I spent $4 on two slices of cheese pizzas and the aforementioned ice tea. DANG! Little ones, that's what you call legit.
We were always waited on by Aurora/Vanessa, and she became part of the routine of our weekly ritual. She eventually said such famous things such as "making bad decisions" in the greatest of contexts. She refilled our drinks with rapidity and ease. Mary, the owner, came over and talked to us in her raspy voice and told us we were beautiful. Ahhh...(begin relapse into nostalgia).
So here's the summary: Baris is above and beyond delicious, especially considering the price. Everything is quite good, and I always crave it when I stay away for awhile. I love this place. Eat here.
