My college went from firing the guy who authorized the serving of discolored ham and selling roast beef as “prime rib” my freshman year to finding a guy who cooked in New Orleans the next.
Of course, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine- they still had “International Night”, which was white meat chicken cooked to mimic dishes from 5+ countries...incompetently.
Of course, it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine- they still had “International Night”, which was white meat chicken cooked to mimic dishes from 5+ countries...incompetently.