Everytime I say something sucks (as far as food is concerned), I think back to my grandfather who served during Korea. He told my grandmother after they married, that he would never complain of food again after he got back from Korea. Until the day he died, whether the food was hot or cold, he never once complained. He thought it was the best meal he had ever eaten compared to what he went through overseas.
I find myself wanting to be more like him in that sense and not complain, as I should be thankful that I have any kind of warm food to eat. But, it is so dang difficult to do so when you don't get very good service or food at some restaurants these days.
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