Not a day goes by that you can’t hear screaming emanating from the Anderson Vending Pad.
It isn’t the yelling of dissatisfied students, it is the shouting of the gentleman in charge of the Orient Express.
This is how he gives your order to the cooks — at the highest decibel possible.
When you do get your food (he works at the speed of an android) it is hot, delicious and prepared just the way you asked.
Besides all of that, it’s one of the cheapest meals on campus.
By comparison, it makes the Chinese food in the Student Center taste like the sludge it truly is.