There once was a grill. It was a very old grill. A place where real people met, talked, gossiped, and laughed. A place where books were stolen, dates were made, tables were crowded, and the food was bad. For the past three years we have had a new grill, but at least the food hasn't changed. People sit for hours, blankly staring at each other, glued to an assigned seat, as if waiting for the world to begin again.