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Well, as someone who enjoyed the dubious benefits of hospital food in Grafton last week, I can tell you I’d rather be ill in Albania than Auckland. The previous resident of my bed filled in my menu card (he presumably died rather than eat the dinner) and I got two suspicious-looking sausages (somewhere there are two small horses limping and wincing) covered in a blanket of hidebound gravy. It was actually possible to lift one corner of the gravy blanket and pick up the snags that were attached to the “liquid”. This was, naturally, accompanied by watery mashed spuds and a mound of mashed swede that would strike terror into the sternest of colons. I reckon had I eaten it, I would have spent another 3-5 days in hospital.
May 5th, 2009 at 11:33 am
Well, as someone who enjoyed the dubious benefits of hospital food in Grafton last week, I can tell you I’d rather be ill in Albania than Auckland. The previous resident of my bed filled in my menu card (he presumably died rather than eat the dinner) and I got two suspicious-looking sausages (somewhere there are two small horses limping and wincing) covered in a blanket of hidebound gravy. It was actually possible to lift one corner of the gravy blanket and pick up the snags that were attached to the “liquid”. This was, naturally, accompanied by watery mashed spuds and a mound of mashed swede that would strike terror into the sternest of colons. I reckon had I eaten it, I would have spent another 3-5 days in hospital.
May 5th, 2009 at 11:56 am
Oh. my. god.
Yum.
May 6th, 2009 at 4:51 pm
I thought the reason for selecting France is about medical quality of service. My mistake