When I was in the hospital of course most of my food was very bad- it is a custom to get bad food at the hospital, right? I think that's how they get most people to leave as quickly as possible.
However, I found out that in the lobby of the hospital that I stayed at they had gourmet coffee for sale. Now, I was lucky, cause I had this great sister, Jill, and wonderful daughter, Rita, who would bring up really greeat coffee from home, and other wonderful food from the outside world.
But, what of these other poor saps who are sitting in the hospital day after day, no Subway sandwiches, no Pizza Hut, no Island Joe's Smugggler's Brew!
I propose a set of popcorn machines in every hospital. It might not be pizza, but at least a person might feel like they have a hand in happiness. There is nothing like a good handful of popcorn to go with your Davorcette.