So yesterday I was in the GSU (George Sherman Union--the student center), and I had a hankering for some eats. There are a number of options, but did I really want to eat any of the food there?

There's Panda Express, and nobody can deny the orgasmic aroma of the Orange Chicken, but as heavenly as it may taste, you won't feel so heavenly thirty minutes later when you're ducking out of your mandatory math requirement to blast a mega-shit on the third floor of CAS.

Then there's Aesop's Bagels. I have no criticism of this venue; however, because I'm rather fond of all of their products, I have eaten it far too many times. I'm not saying that I'm sick of the Chipotle Chicken on an Everything Bagel, but just as you love your right hand, sometimes you gotta switch it up to add a little spice to your life.

Then there's the pizza place, but that's a joke. Charles River Bread Co, ehhh. Caprito Burrito; why, there's Anna's for that. The soup bar...I'm hungry, come on.

Then there's Cranberry Farms.

I was having a discussion with someone the other night (I don't remember who it was, so if you're reading this and want credit for the insight, I'm sorry. I can edit the article to include your name) and they asked me what I would eat if I could have anything at that moment.

There were a lot of options running through my mind. A buffalo chicken cheesesteak from the local Italian spot back home (South Jersey), maybe a hoagie (a sub for those not from the Tri-Statet area), or maybe a cajun catfish sandwich. All great meals, but I eventually decided on an Anna's Super Burrito with guacamole.

At the moment, I would have bet somebody twenty bucks that nothing that they thought of would satisfy my hunger more; however, within seconds I was proven horribly wrong.

"I'd have Thanksgiving dinner," they replied.

Shit, why didn't I think of that. Of course that's what any sane human being would want. And why not? Thanksgiving is the greatest holiday purely for the sake of food. Now I like Christmas, and Halloween is a great excuse for girls to dress scantily (which can be anywhere from awesome and tasteful to borderline pornographic), and even Canadian Box Day is great, but none of them compare to that illustrious day in November when nothing is expected of you other than consuming massive amounts of turkey, potatoes and stuffing.

That's where Cranberry Farms comes in. It's like Thanksgiving everyday, and to make it even better, they've improved on some of Thanksgivings greatest assets.

The Turkey BLT is my personal favorite. Warm turkey breast, crisp but not too flaky bacon and everything else that goes along with it.

I also recommend that Turkey Ranch, and if you're feeling especially creative, I like to combine the Turkey Ranch and the Turkey BLT to make the ultimate Turkey Sandwich Love Child; the Turkey Ranch BLT. This sandwich is not really all that creative actually, all it is, is the Turkey BLT, but instead of regular mayonnaise, I get the ranch mayonnaise for extra artery-clogging goodness.