UNC’s Guide to Raising Hell in Oxford (and Maybe Eating Something Too)

Listen, I’ve been around Oxford long enough to know two things:

1. If you’re here during football season, you ain’t just coming for the game.
2. If you leave this town hungry, sober, or without a questionable story, that’s a you problem.

So let’s talk spots. Not some tourist brochure list — I’m talking the places that make Oxford, Oxford.

🍳 Mornings: AKA “Soak Up Last Night”

• BBB – Yeah, it’s overrated and the wait will have you questioning life choices, but those pancakes slap. You’ll be seated next to a hungover pledge in a wrinkled polo trying to act like he’s fine. He’s not.
• Beacon’s gone, which means you’ll have to get creative. Some folks swear by The Growler for a “morning smash” but just know—craft beer at 10 AM is a bold move unless you’ve got the day off (or no job).

🌮 Midday Fuel: “We Still Drinking or Nah?”

• Mis Raíces Sabor Latino – Lengua, birria, tripe? This ain’t Taco Bell, brother. This is real-deal, keep-your-socks-on good.
• Ajax Diner – Big Easy with bacon and cheese will make you forget the Rebels just gave up 500 yards rushing.
• Fergndan’s – Wood-fired pizza so good you’ll start swiping right on carbs again.

🍸 Nightlife: Where You Lose Track of Time

• Moe’s Penny Bar – Home to bartenders who’ll pour you heavy and regulars who’ll either become your new best friend or your sworn enemy by midnight.
• The Sipp – Classy enough to impress your date, rowdy enough you still might get tossed out.
• Snackbar – Craft cocktails and Indian-Southern fusion food. Chef’s leaving, so go now before they replace him with some dude who thinks “fusion” means dumping Rotel on everything.

🐟 Honorable Catfish Mention

• Taylor Grocery – You either love catfish or you’re wrong. The wife hates it? Cool, she can eat a side salad and watch the rest of us be happy.

🚨 Veteran Oxford Tips

• Avoid BBB on game weekends unless you enjoy standing in line listening to a frat guy explain “how our defense is actually elite.”
• If you see a construction roundabout, don’t try to “figure it out.” That thing’s been there longer than Lane Kiffin’s headset collection.
• If you order a mocktail at Boure or St. Leo, they’ll respect you… but everyone else at your table is still gonna talk sh*t.

Oxford ain’t just about gameday. It’s about where you end up after the Grove empties and the lights go out. You’ll eat too much, drink too much, and make a promise to “never do this again” that’ll last exactly three days.