Some days we stand up in the Palace Cafe like it’s the last of the great pioneer town bars. Other days, we sit in the booths, dreading tomorrow — the exam, the hangover, the break-up on the quad — and measure out our lives in coffee spoons. But the Palace is always there to comfort us: cozy, ungentrified, and friendly. So we grab one more cup of coffee and another two pancakes before we go.
