The spirit of Princeton breathes through my memories of the Pogue room at Tower Club, a little gem that boasts a stained-glass window, a leather bench around the hearth, and, in my day, a grand piano. Senior year — and most especially during the thesis crunch — I brought my dessert there for a brief respite between dinner and study. The company (those other members who had discovered the Pogue room’s charms) was always excellent.
The spirit of Princeton breathes through my memories of the Pogue room at Tower Club, a little gem that boasts a stained-glass window, a leather bench around the hearth, and, in my day, a grand piano. Senior year — and most especially during the thesis crunch — I brought my dessert there for a brief respite between dinner and study. The company (those other members who had discovered the Pogue room’s charms) was always excellent.