“Beef Stroganoff, Chicken Ala king, or spaghetti squash with marinara and gluten free rolls for the sensitive stomachs. There’s also cereal if you prefer,” Michael replied as Alaina dashed for the food and filled enough on one plate to kill a mountain. 

Granted it was probably the first time in a long while that she’d seen food of this quality and quantity. Yeah a soup kitchen came close to the quantity, but wasn’t near the quality.

He’d seen several celebrity chefs come through, over the years. Granted they hadn’t been celebrities when they’d tried their hand here, and they’d gotten hard tongue lashings for their fucking around and showing off.

Good filling food. Not fancy frue frue shit. Yeah special events they went all out, but daily was good. Different.  Tasty. Filling. Not fancy bullshit crap.

“What would you like, I’ll get it and bring it over to you.” Micheal offered.