Fourth meal? Fuggetaboutit. Diehard collegiates know: By the time the midnight munchies hit, they are so beyond No. 4. With all the cram sessions and studious keg-tapping to be had, Taco Bell, popcorn and dormitory cereal just will not do. (Students may be hungry, even poor, but they aren’t stupid.) UCLA is back in session now, and Westwood Village is already teeming with apprehensive froshies and overbearing seniors roaming the manicured streets for grub to satiate the nocturnal hunger pangs. Because Metromix is nothing if not an advocate for the hardworking student, here's a go-to-guide to (almost) round-the-clock joints from Gayley’s fraternity row to Tiverton Avenue—devoid of all coffee houses and fro-yo shops because, let’s face it, you need real food.
