It's no secret that pizza is the best I'm-going-to-get-drunk food. Bonus is when you can find that renegade $1 in your couch to pay for a slice. Who needs to tip, right?

It's also a well-known fact that during those rough mornings-after, a little grease from McDonald's or Wendy's hits the spot. It's so good, but it's so gross. When heavy alcohol consumption isn't part of the plan, food that doesn't require the pre-eat-grease-dab is definitely preferable. Don't get me wrong, I love Wendy's 5-piece chicken nuggets as much as the next gal. Still, I bet you thought that once you made it past freshman year, you wouldn't have to worry about the dreaded "Freshman 15." Ha! How you are mistaken. It should be called the "College 15." Hang tight, my fellow college-ites, there are other options.

Jimmy John's is a lovely alternative to the fast-food industry. With two College Avenue locations, it's accessible, too. It's still fast, but the combination of 7-grain whole wheat bread and veggies reminds me of a brown-bagged lunch. They have an interesting trademark of bean sprouts, cucumbers and avocado. I'm a fan of #12, the Beach Club, and #13, the Gourmet Veggie Club. The guy behind the counter never seems to mind when I ask for mustard instead of mayo, either. Besides, who could resist some of the clever names on the menu? Beach Club? Oh, it's begging to be eaten. Maybe it should come with an umbrella.

For those who are slightly thrown off by suspicious-looking bread, there is an alternative to the 7-grain whole wheat bread: French bread. If French bread and scary 7-grain bread just aren't your thing, Subway, believe it or not, (thank you Jared Fogle) has lots of lighter choices, including options for those who have decided to deprive their bodies of carbohydrates. Plus, Subway does this thing where you get to choose what goes on your sandwich or wrap. Surprise! If you don't like tomatoes, don't ask for them.

Subway is very big on choice: choose the bread, choose the size, choose the meat, well, you get the idea. Even choose your favorite location: Subway has three in the downtown area with restaurants on South Burrowes Street, East College Avenue and Pugh Street. Subway is not for the indecisive.

I would build my own veggie wrap down the Subway assembly line, but because of a recent decision by the head honchos of the Subway chain, I will no longer be able to enjoy my feta cheese or red wine vinaigrette from Subway. No longer will my cucumbers, green peppers, tomatoes, lettuce or black olives get to be wrapped up with feta cheese or the red wine vinaigrette.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say, so off I was on a hunt for feta cheese. My journey dropped me off on the Pita Pit's doorstep, 218 Calder Way. With a slogan like "fresh thinking, healthy eating," who could go wrong?

The Pita Pit has a whole section on its menu dedicated to the vegetarian. Imagine my excitement when one of those items is actually named "Feta." I'm also able to choose my toppings from a decently thorough list that includes cucumbers, mushrooms, sprouts, green peppers and tomatoes. Salads are definitely lighter than Big Macs, but they just take me forever to eat. No matter how much I stab it with my fork, it never seems to make it to my mouth. Those plastic forks just don't cut it. However, sometimes I do enjoy a good salad, including the Pita Pit's Greek salad. Hey, I thought I made it clear that I was a fan of feta cheese.

A place to go for a yummy salad (minus feta) is, (gasp!), Wing Zone, 433 E. Beaver Ave. Now I know what you're thinking, Wing Zone is for wings and its infamous 25 flavors. Wing Zone does have lettuce on the menu under "Fresh Chicken Salads," too.

In addition to the delightful wedge fries Wing Zone has to offer, the salads are really very enjoyable. I've never had the runaway-lettuce problem with these salads. You still get to choose your flavor from Wing Zone's extensive 25-flavors list and you choose your salad dressing. Plain is always an option. They're a little more expensive than the Pita Pit's salads, but well worth the extra $2.

If salads just don't cut it (sometimes I'm hungry 10 minutes after I eat one), there is one more place I will recommend. Roly Poly, 107 E. Beaver Ave., has some crazy-good rolled sandwiches. Whatever you're in the mood for, they've got it, just as long as it's not pizza or burgers. P.S., they don't have fries either. Turkey, chicken, steak, roast beef, baked ham, roast pork and seafood are all on the inside of the book Roly Poly likes to call a menu. There's an entire page dedicated to veggies and cheese.

If artichoke hearts don't intimidate you, try #46, the Ultimate Veggie. If you're not a Ranch dressing fan, don't panic. Just ask for a different dressing. The unusual nature of the rolled-up sandwich makes eating without drippage a minor challenge. Stock up on napkins. They'll come in handy the next time you need to do the pizza grease dab.