Princeton eating clubs?

<p>What are they exactly? The name seems to suggest some sort of club for people who like to eat… err but when I read the Princeton viewbook it said something else. Can anybody clear this up?</p>

<p>An eating club in its most basic form is a dining option for upperclassmen who have left the residential colleges. There are 11. More specifically, eating clubs are also social organizations in which upperclassmen either sign-in to or bicker (which is a selection process) to become a member of the eating club. Not only do the eating clubs offer different dining options, but they’re also housed in some pretty big homes/mansions all along one street (Prospect St.). Each is supposed to have a somewhat different personality, and all host lawn parties, outdoor concerts, parties, and other social events. Some people love them, some hate them. It just depends on what type of person you are, I suppose. I think they’re cool :)</p>

<p>My daughter and I were treated to a private tour of Princeton a few weeks back, and we actually went into one of the clubs. I believe it was Towers. To step into one of these homes is to step back in time…in a good way…The walls were all wood-paneled…the dining room, well, a beautiful old dining hall. There was a big social room that had a baby grand piano and a large fireplace. I think I remember a sitting room with windows, with four senior citizens sitting and reading. I really don’t know why they were there.</p>

<p>In Towers, there is a “president” or something. He is the one responsible for the parties. In other words, if there is underage drinking or obnoxious behavior, he is held responsible. Some of the homes are sort of themed. Towers is mostly people related to music. I think you have to bicker to get into that one…I can’t remember. Oh, the members have to clean up after the parties and stuff (OK, that makes sense actually).</p>

<p>I asked if any were really snobby, and the reply was, “well, if I had to pick one, it would probably be Ivy”. I don’t know what kind of group that is made of.</p>

<p>On another note:</p>

<p>Also on the tour, on the far side of the campus way past the McCarter theatre, is the “Forbes College”. It is pretty far off from the rest of the campus, but the common areas are beautiful. I remember a huge solarioum that looks out onto a golf course. Could you imagine sipping coffee and looking out onto that (by the way, I’m the mom, not the prospective student).</p>

<p>Oh…and Princeton has squirrels that are black. They are beautiful. They do, however, sometimes succeed in getting into dorm rooms. The dorms on the main campus have windows that actually open. If the squirrels are scampering on the side of the building…they just invite themselves in.</p>

<p>I also remember walking past this hugh triangular monster of a building, and that is actually the dorms for “married” couples or something. They have huge windows, but it is sort of like living in a fishbowl.</p>

<p>They are either still in the process, or maybe they were finished with this other new dorm building. I’m sure the rooms are great because they are new, but I think if I were the student, I would much prefer the coziness of the ones right in the heart of campus.</p>

<p>Ahhh, I <3 Forbes. If I got in, I’d seriously hope I’d end up with it as my rescol, despite it being so far from campus. I mean, come on. It’s like a country club or something being at the edge of the golf course. Plus, it seems to have the happiest students. But that’s a topic that depends on a certain letter to be received two weeks from now…</p>

<p>If you’re still curious - </p>

<p>A History of Eating Clubs:</p>

<p><a href=“http://etc.princeton.edu/CampusWWW/Companion/eating_clubs.html[/url]”>http://etc.princeton.edu/CampusWWW/Companion/eating_clubs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>From A Princeton Companion by Alexander Leitch, copyright Princeton University Press (1978).</p>

<p>A Walk Down Prospect Avenue:</p>

<p>(mostly an architectural discussion of the clubs)</p>

<p><a href=“http://etc.princeton.edu/Campus/chap11.html[/url]”>http://etc.princeton.edu/Campus/chap11.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>Also, if you go to the CC boards archive (<a href=“http://www.collegeconfidential.com/cgi-bin/discus/show.cgi?/[/url]”>http://www.collegeconfidential.com/cgi-bin/discus/show.cgi?/&lt;/a&gt;) and search for eating clubs, you can get a lot of interesting commentary from Princeton students who belong to clubs (also independents), as well as parents and applicants. Go to “Message Search,” and be sure to select “Ivy League Schools” as your search topic.</p>

<p>(wow, what blatant procrastination! the eating clubs really interest me, so this thread was a good diversion. :slight_smile: )</p>

<p>Whoa, that was really interesting. Thanks, Lisae!</p>

<p>No problem! Now I’ve moved on to scouring the old CC threads for information on the clubs… Looks like my Lit essay is never getting done at this rate; it’s a good thing I do some of my better work under pressure. (And lots of caffiene late at night! ;))</p>

<p>Hooray! We finally have a featured thread after over 10,000 posts! Go Tigers!</p>

<p>This is the text of a great post on the eating clubs by Princeton alum “laughthink”:

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<p>Where?! Where?! I see no featured thread!</p>

<p>EDIT: Haha, never mind. I found it. It’s on our own page. D’oh!</p>

<p>Aww, man…you’re right, phil…it’s a featured Princeton forum thread…I didn’t know they did that. I thought we would be able to debunk this “elitist eating club” myth for all of CC…</p>

<p>Ahhh, I remember that post from laughlink (sidenote: wow, that seems long ago)! But yeah, that’s what got me to looking at eating clubs and the entire social scene at Princeton differently. Way to go, laughlink, wherever you are…</p>

<p>While sad that it isn’t on the front page, it’s kind of sweet that we can have our own “Featured Threads” section. Hehe, it’s like we’re superstars. Nice.</p>

<p>Yes, it was a good post…</p>

<p>Here’s a response the same alumnus gave to several questions:

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<p>eating clubs sound fun. okay, i just want a post in a featured thread…</p>

<p>They should feature more threads. I nominate the ED Lounge. Are they looking for informational threads? Fun and games.</p>

<p>And when the day comes, Astrix.</p>

<p>"Tempus fugit, darlings: The House Party season draws nigh.</p>

<pre><code> No, banish those reminiscences of the 1990 Kid n’ Play comedy classic from your heads. It’s time to get yourself a date; this is real upper class stuff. This is Princeton.

College, the viewbooks tell us, is a romp through new ideas, horizon-broadening diversity, an awakening of the mind, the spirit, and the intellect in the face of things never before tasted. Well, I contend, the best way to get one’s mind so bent * legally * is to hit the highways and watch other hapless undergraduates stagger through their own little worlds. After all, even if Cambridge is the center of the universe, we must remember that there are other institutions in our galaxy.

Take Princeton, for example. The Princetonian lifestyle—a gin, rep-tie, and beavercoat c-cktail—is unique, surely, on this planet. You haven’t been to College if you haven’t partied in that enchanted and olive-garnished world of Scott and Zelda. And the best time to take it all in is during the House Party season.

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of visiting the Princeton campus and partaking in the biannual event they call House Parties. The high point of the Princeton social calendar, the House Party season consists of three-day bashes put on by the university’s eating clubs, those élite institutions that feed by day and funnel by night. And if you’re headed to a House Party, unless you’re a member of the, ehem, alternative-flavored Terrance Club, you need a date.

My date was a member of the Tower Club. If you’ll recall, that’s the same club I frequented during my much-celebrated spring break sojurn. Tower attracts Social Studies and Government types, Hillel and IGP sorts of people, with the exception that they like to hang out and get loose together. When in Rome…

Heading toward Friday night’s formal, I confess I was impressed. Guys looked spiffy in their penguin suits. Their well-coifed dates dazzled in colorful gowns. Tender was the night. And we hadn’t even arrived at the club yet.

The warm-up began at six with a sushi bar and, better still, an open bar—the two sweetest words in a college student’s vocabulary. There was mingling and much taking of pictures and then a sit-down dinner, several courses long. Dancing followed, with, of course, some drinking and an excellent live swing band mamboed the assembled as young men and women twirled in one of the club’s spacious rooms.

Swing being swing, and not to the liking of some, we also had a chance to “club hop,” and see what was happening at the other eating clubs on Princeton’s aptly-named Prospect Street. Each had an open door policy, any student from any club dressed to party could enter. I made the grand tour. In case you hadn’t heard, the clubs have various characters.

For example, if, at the Ivy League’s southernmost school, it’s Southern gentleman and ladies you seek, visit Cottage Club. Cloister Club, home to the aquatic athletes, is the place to go if you’re hoping to walk through the looking glass and into the fields and football games of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. If John Belushi’s portrayal of John ‘Bluto’ Blutarsky in Animal House is the most moving piece of cinematic expression you’ve ever seen, then it’s Tiger Inn (“TI” in the P’ton lexicon) for you. Just drink a lot of water.

At the parties, every club supplied its own band and the whole event made for quite a spectacle. Students-turned-socialites strolled up and down Prospect Street all evening, hopping from club to club, making merry withal, and even chatting with passersby. By 2 in the morning, things were winding down, because, frankly, you had to pace yourself and get some sleep before day two.

Tower hosted a beautiful brunch on Saturday that continued on into the afternoon, followed by a few hours of dead time for recuperation. That, of course, was the time when a bad date’s boorishness can really, well, bore. I recommend bringing a friend or two for just this reason. Eventually, however, the interminable must terminate, and we settled in for a carnival like dinner, with international cuisine served against the backdrop of a mariachi bank, a magician, and a ‘helium artist’ who made us all hats out of balloons.

After chatting and changing for the evening’s activities, we made for Quipfire, the campus’ sidesplitting improv comedy group. Once again, we danced and replenished ourselves t the open bar, though in the second night the music seemed a bit more like typical dance music. The hemlines were distinctly higher. Tiger tiger burning bright.

In the morning, not too many hours later, Tower’s officers whipped up an amazing brunch, complete with infinite streams of champagne. A Springfest-like live performance followed on the club’s lawn, which (unlike Springfest) was booze friendly. Local band Clad opened as caffeine or champagne was just kicking in. Dancing picked up as Agents of Good Roots played. If you’re at all into the Dave Matthews scene, this band was well worth it.

Oh, what a way to spend a Sunday—lolling around on cushy red couches on the lawn of an eating club, pleasantly tipsy and grooving to an amazing live band. A visitor’s envy was by this point nearly overwhelming. Why is it again that Harvard doesn’t have something like this?

“If Harvard had a slightly different housing system and a slightly different range of student diversity . . . then, yes, we could swing a three-day party,” comments the sage C.W. Cox '02. “We could set it up outside Nassau Hall near the eating clubs. And be Princeton.”

Ahh, for New Jersey."
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<p>Just wanted to explain the above post - the article was too long for an explanation to fit.</p>

<p>Googling “Princeton eating clubs” because I am that lame on a Friday night, fantasizing about future night-out amusement, and this came up oh-so-entertainingly… Thought you all would enjoy.</p>

<p>I really, really need to get in to P-ton. <em>siiigh</em></p>

<p>Article Info:
by Melissa Rose Langsam
<a href=“http://www.thecrimson.com/fmarchives/fm_05_04_2000/article12X.html[/url]”>http://www.thecrimson.com/fmarchives/fm_05_04_2000/article12X.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

<p>Ahhhh, and so my already infinite desire to get into Princeton is multiplied yet again…lol, I’d never realized Princeton was the southern-most Ivy. How fitting for me :)</p>

<p>Many thanks as always, lisae</p>

<p>I’ve partied in eating clubs…my sis is in one</p>

<p>Penn is the southernmost ivy.</p>

<p>Eating Clubs @ Princeton = Tres tres chic.</p>

<p>I have 2 questions about eating clubs. First, I’m guessing the whole House Party thing is only for club members and not underclassmen? And second, if someone attempts to get into a ‘bicker’ club and doesn’t, can they then do a sign-in club, or are they out of luck? Thanks</p>