In Response to: The Best Old Place of All [6]

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.