There's no better place in Minneapolis to capture a portrait of college life than Mesa Pizza after Dinkytown bars announce last call. Inebriated students spill into the streets around the University of Minnesota for one last hurrah, stumbling to Mesa for a warm, oversized slice of heaven. In the line that often snakes out the door, you'll find a perfect sampling of America's future. The sloppy drunks. The awkward couples who found love at Blarney's but don't want to fall into bed together on an empty stomach. The dudes who weren't so lucky but make up for it with a giant pizza and sports banter. There's also a people-watching benefit to all those glazed eyes: You can stare all you want and most people won't notice you're there.