Another stumbly Sunday “morning” at Columbia University! Now, what carbtastic breakfast can make the pounding, hallucinatory headache go away while simultaneously reaffirming your identity as a legit New York transplant? A bagel. Good luck securing that legendary panacea, however. We were confronted at every turn by two of the worst things in the world: other people and the sun. In other words, lines. For a generation raised on instant oatmeal and instant gratification, lines suck.