What is remarkable is that the place is so busy and so expensive when the food is such a nothing. And as for you Chowhounds who complain about the service , forget it. This place is a marche, which must be French for cafeteria; you walk around a lot and take your food.
Shepherd's pie, $7.98, lentil soup and bun, $4.49, biscotti $2.49. Total with tip (!, non -discretionary) and tax $19.41.
Not worth the calories even after my $15 computer coupon reduced cost and the marching burned calories. And a pity for the good ingredients. Wildly overpriced for wholesome but talentless, hospital-like cooking. But a good hospital.
Sheppard's pie. In about a 20 square inch aluminum container. The top layer of potatoes was about two thirds to three quarters of the serving. The ground meat was flavoured with a bit of heat , which displaced any other flavour there may have been ( I give the kitchen the benefit of the doubt) . The potatoes had the feeling of lots of fat in them. The dish keeps better that way, heat and fat. The thought that I had was , $2.49 at the gas station.
Oh yeah, nothing, nothing with it. Not a scrap of salad , a bit of carrot or anything.
The vegetable sides at this station and elsewhere where so expensive ( and oily) that I have blotted out the price.
The lentil soup was from a choice of four or five soup. I picked the one that I thought to be the most promising. It was a big bore. But maybe I was right in my selection. I had said "big". That's a figure of speech. The bowl was small.
The biscottii was the worst I ever have had. As if a child had made it. Like loosely aggregated dry pound cake and very sweet.
In walking around to check if I had missed something , I saw a basket of dry bread slices under the counter at a serving station. I took a couple of pieces and ate them to try to get rid of the sweet
taste. (fn.1) This bread and the bun with the soup were the best part of the meal and actually good.
I couldn't find a glass of water ( I'm dieting) , but very expensive (notwithstanding self serve) drinks were readily accessible.
If I had to pay full price , I would feel ripped instead of bewildered. And this is without having had a normal lunch, a bit of salad, veg and a drink.
O mores , O tempores, Oh to be loaded and lunch at Bayview and York Mills!
fn.1 It is some four hours after the lunch, and some time afte r I submitted my post and I can't get rid of the excessive sweetness.