“Is this chicken… or just protein in shape form?”
IS THIS CHICKEN… OR JUST PROTEIN IN SHAPE FORM?
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Ah, the cafeteria. A bastion of questionable delights and a crucible for late-night epiphanies. We’ve all been there, hovering over a plate of something vaguely beige, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Was this the fuel for your groundbreaking thesis or merely a cleverly disguised test of your critical thinking skills? That famed chicken question isn't just about poultry; it's a profound query born from sleep deprivation and a relentless pursuit of truth, even in a lukewarm serving line.
Remember those midnight study sessions, fuelled by lukewarm coffee and whatever snack could be scrounged, leading to debates about the very nature of existence—and whether that pizza slice was truly dairy-free? The cafeteria wasn't just where you ate; it was a common ground, a battleground, a sanctuary. It witnessed your triumphs, your all-nighters, and the shared, silent understanding that sometimes, you just had to eat the mystery meat to power through. These are the unsung chapters of our journeys, the moments when even our food became a philosophical challenge, preparing us for the real world's grander, equally perplexing, buffets. Share your own cafeteria chronicles—we know you have them.