The food at the Academy cafeteria was… passable.
Very healthy, of course.
But taste-wise…
I stared at the forkful of broccoli. No mayo. No Ranch sauce. Or sour cream. Or anything that may make the taste of broccoli acceptable, really.
The meat was also healthy. Roasted, low fat, dry pieces of meat were given to us at the buffet.
I bit into the broccoli.
It tasted like broccoli (that is, awful), and it was overcooked and watery.
"I think I prefer the food at home," I told Marty, who was sitting beside me.
We were sitting at a table with his friends, and they were animatedly talking, helped by the pints of beer they were gulping down like it was water.
I don't like beer and wouldn't get it anyway. Marty told me alcohol was bad for Control, and it wasn't a good idea to get it until I
