Whether you were stumbling through the door or being dragged like a 5 year old by your friends we all know that you’ve been at Pulley Diner at 3am at some point or another.
Your night might’ve been spent dancing on tables, jumping the fence at Brick (only to be picked up by the bouncer on the other side), drinking redskins or trashcans, or falling down the stairs like the winner you are it’s clear you are going to end up at Pulley. Here is what your 3am order says about you:
Chicken Tenders
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Clearly you were not that drunk. Most likely you were the Mom (or Dad) of the group for the night. You’re the kind of person who doesn’t wanna admit to late night munchies so to make yourself feel better, you decide to go with the “safer” option. I’d like to call it the pathetic option because you are really just trying to fit in with your friends who were shoving their faces with cheeseburgers.
Cheeseburger
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Yep — you were the friend who begged to go to Pulley because you just absolutely needed that whopping cheeseburger topped with cheese that probably has 600 calories in it alone. The good news is you might’ve balanced out your calorie intake for the night from the outrageous dancing you were doing on the Brick dance floor. But, in reality, you dgaf about the amount of calories in your food. It’s safe to say that you’re probably the “bad ass” of the group who continuously makes impulsive decisions even though they don’t work out in your favor 99.8% of the time.
French Fries
Photo by Meghan Flynn
Did you spend half the time you were at Pulley dousing them in salt? You are usually disgusted by diner food or anything that doesn’t have the words green, health, organic, gluten-free or 0 calorie in it. You always play it safe when picking food to eat. You kinda wish you were eating a Kale salad from Americas right now instead of thinking about how much those salty strings of cardboard are going to affect your spring break bod.
Grilled Cheese
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Cheese on white bread. Wow you’re a basic bitch. Does this even count as drunk food? You probably are the person who has had at least 12 “relationships” by the age of 19 because apparently people who eat lots of grilled cheese are good in the —kitchen. So we should say that you’re just the really friendly, flirty and thriving kind. Your friends say you’re the social one of the group and they envy that you can walk up to a random stranger and have a 30 minute conversation about the weather. Omg totally forgot to congratulate you for having over 1,500 Facebook friends, I didn’t realize that you were so very popular.
Milkshake
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My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard… Right? Right. Hey hot stuff, you should probably quit checking yourself out in the Snapchats that you’re sending to your 117th day streak best friend. You thought that ordering a milkshake and seductively licking the straw was going to pick up the guy almost falling off the stool a few seats over from you. You might’ve not picked up that guy but you probably picked up a new, winning nickname by your friends.