Both New Year’s Eve and Three Kings (merci MM) look pretty good. The salad @ no 2 is a nice touch, although I imagine they don’t do that every day.
I had small quantities of dreadful food and large quantities of marvellous morphine in MRI a long time ago in a spell rendered bizarre by prior acquaintance with the nurses and with the admin wing, with whom / in which one used to kip when too weary to walk all the way home from the pub.
I managed to abort my stay at MCH Westeinde more recently by fleeing, bandages trailing, as I smelt my first breakfast being brought in. Not nice, though undoubtedly well meant.
No idea how the clinical care at Vall d’Hebron compares, but the grub looks a lot better. Perhaps you can think up an illness for me.
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They both look pretty reasonable. I was in the Royal Devon & Exeter at Christmas a couple of years back (keeled over with appendicitis on Christmas Eve, which led to slight surreality – nurses wearing antler hats wheeling me into surgery). The restaurant food is great if you can get there; the patient food is nutritious enough but clearly done on a severe budget. The ghastliest thing was what was billed as “ice cream”, but was like lightly-chilled sweetened cuckoo spit.