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enismirdalFor the first time, I am glad to be going home. Hall has surpassed itself in the revoltability of its food. I have lost the will to eat.
It said moussaka on the board. Hall moussaka is hardly the greatest, but is generally quite edible, therefore an acceptable option. But where was the moussaka when I bought my meal? Nowhere to be seen. I even had the serving-bloke check to see if there was any in the hot box, but no. So I grumbled and settled for 'steak', the lesser of two evils.
Now their idea of steak is possibly unique in this world: some kind of funny coloured BEEFBURGER with so much pepper source of such a peppery nature, you can taste nothing for the rest of the day. If that's the /lesser/ of the two evils, I challenge you to imagine what the Vegetable Wellington was like. My heart goes out to any veggies dining in Hall that day.
Their mixed vegetables was also a tortured affair. Floppy, discoloured and cooked to the point of becoming liquid. I delicately picked out the sprouts, and using the vast amounts of pepper sauce I scraped off the 'steak' as glue, stuck them to the plate in the shape of an un-smiley face. Hopefully they will get the message. I was tempted to spell out something more obscene, but instead settled for doing my best Gollum impression: "Kitchens! We hates it! We hates it forever!"
To add insult to injury, halfway through my ordeal, they ran out of 'steak' and brought out...moussaka! I addressed the room rather loudly. "Now they have moussaka. Now they have moussaka. I was told there was no moussaka." I then muttered something colourful involving a wooden spoon and a particular orifice found in the human body...
I have retired to my room. I shall now drink coffee, finish packing, and try to forget the trauma.
It said moussaka on the board. Hall moussaka is hardly the greatest, but is generally quite edible, therefore an acceptable option. But where was the moussaka when I bought my meal? Nowhere to be seen. I even had the serving-bloke check to see if there was any in the hot box, but no. So I grumbled and settled for 'steak', the lesser of two evils.
Now their idea of steak is possibly unique in this world: some kind of funny coloured BEEFBURGER with so much pepper source of such a peppery nature, you can taste nothing for the rest of the day. If that's the /lesser/ of the two evils, I challenge you to imagine what the Vegetable Wellington was like. My heart goes out to any veggies dining in Hall that day.
Their mixed vegetables was also a tortured affair. Floppy, discoloured and cooked to the point of becoming liquid. I delicately picked out the sprouts, and using the vast amounts of pepper sauce I scraped off the 'steak' as glue, stuck them to the plate in the shape of an un-smiley face. Hopefully they will get the message. I was tempted to spell out something more obscene, but instead settled for doing my best Gollum impression: "Kitchens! We hates it! We hates it forever!"
To add insult to injury, halfway through my ordeal, they ran out of 'steak' and brought out...moussaka! I addressed the room rather loudly. "Now they have moussaka. Now they have moussaka. I was told there was no moussaka." I then muttered something colourful involving a wooden spoon and a particular orifice found in the human body...
I have retired to my room. I shall now drink coffee, finish packing, and try to forget the trauma.
