For more than 50 years, college students-and plenty of alumni-have stumbled into the Camellia Grill late at night for chilli omelettes, chocolate freezes (ice cream and ice blended together), and homemade pecan pie warmed on the griddle. The pink neon sign still burns bright above the Grill’s white-column facade. Inside, the only seats are the barstools along the snaking marble counter, which makes it easy to meet new friends. The longtime waiters in white jackets are both laid-back and ultra-efficient. They greet every customer with a fist bump, and the regulars all know them by name.