"Braised beef fillets", and other lies

Sometimes, the way the cafeteria menu at my campus tries to sound like a fancy restaurant really amuses me.

Not that I’m complaining or anything. Our caf is several cuts above your average school food. Most of it is edible, and some of it is really good. But the descriptions on the menu pamphlet are often less than accurate.

Let’s see… last night was “Beef burgundy- Tender pieces of beef cooked in burgundy wine sauce. Served on a bed of herbed noodles and sauteed spinach”. Translation: large chunks of gristle with some meat attached. And I’m not sure how it was served on a bed of anything. Yes, the sides were parsley noodles and spinach, but everything was served seperately. Why couldn’t they just write, “Beef cooked in burgundy wine sauce”?

Ah, that word “tender”. My dear caf staff: you keep using that word, but I don’t think that word means what you think it means. When they serve their tender pepper steak, for example, one needs a hacksaw to properly chisel through it.

Another concept they seem to have trouble understanding is "al dente’. More or less every noodle dish is described as such. True, they’re usually not mushy, but they’re not that firm, either. Medium noodles. Sturdy and reliable everyday noodles, perfectly acceptable for lasagnas, zittis, and Canadian shells. Oh, and they often use the word “tossed”, too, as in “tossed with mariana sauce”.

Did I mentioned the vegetable side dishes are often “simmered”? Not that I usually eat vegetables, but as far as I can tell they look like ordinary vegetables to me.

Anyway, like I said, I’m not complaining. The lasagna jardienne (or however you spell it) is to die for, and truely al dente to boot. The chicken noodle soup has real chicken in it. And they sometimes have strawberries in the salad bar. But the pretentions the menu uses are just too funny.

That’s awesome. Don’t try to get them to change. Obviously there’s someone there who takes real pride in his or her work… they just lack the formal training, skill, or both.

Going in the other direction, a famous dish at one of the dorms at my old school was “Mexican Chicken.” I’m not sure what specific Mexican dish it was supposed to be, or perhaps the chicken itself hailed from Mexico, but I’m told it was quite good. It was so popular somebody used “Mexican Chicken” as their band name.

Mostly our cafeteria food was not memorable, but I will always have a special place in my heart for the “Meatless Chile con carne.” Still not sure how they managed that one.

There was the meatloaf in the dining hall in Village One residence at Waterloo University, circa 1983. It tasted fine, and I enjoyed it, but for about five minutes after it was cut, the cut surface would gradually darken. We speculated that it was oxidizing.

I dunno, sounds like they lack *money *not skills. The primary complaints in the OP seem to involve what happens when you buy cheap meat.

One of the most legendary items offered up by my university dining hall was Blazin’ Redfish. As far as I can tell, it was neither blazin’ nor was it redfish… more like sole filets dredged in paprika and flour. I’ve had cinnamon gum more blazin’ than this damned fish.

Without fail it would show up on the menu every couple of weeks.

In the Facebook group for a bunch of us late 90s alums, someone started up a thread about the most memorable dining hall meals… and lo and behold, Blazin’ Redfish was the first one mentioned.

(they made a really good jerk pork, though, and their chocolate pudding cake was a thing of beauty)

Canadian shells?

Yeah, it has me scratching my head as well…

Menu pamphlet?

The little fresh water college I briefly attended in Southern Missouri (I left at the nearly unanimous request of the faculty) laid out a whole baked catfish every other Friday night, head, tail, fins, skin/scales and all. You just lined up and forked off as much of any portion as you wanted. The damn thing must have weighed 50 pounds. It certainly had not been cut off in its youth. The locals regarded it as a treat but us Yankees suffered from a serious case of culture shock.

No one who attended one of the megga-universities has ever recovered from Parsley Buttered Potatoes. Every damned evening, mystery meat and PBPs, and of course pale green string beans and soft white bread with frozen butter.

It is best if those with discriminating pallets avoid college dinning halls.

I’m hoping the OP will come back, because I put “pasta Canadian shells” into google and got nothing.

My favorite, at a workplace cafeteria in New England, were “chicken quesadillas” that consisted of a tortilla wrapped around grilled chicken, onions and tomatoes. But no cheese! I had to explain to them that it is not a quesadilla if there is no cheese. I think I wasn’t the only one who kept complaining about because they eventually changed their name to “grilled chicken wraps”.

Okay, okay! Canadian shells are merely shell noodles, with tomato sauce and cheese. Basically, a type of zitti. I don’t know what Canada has to do with anything.

Say something! It’s not like they don’t have a captive audience so they don’t really have to “sell” the food (is it?). My college caf actually started listing some of the items by the names everyone called them. “Succulent Salisbury Steak” became “Moon Rocks” (that’s what they looked like) and we still ate them.

I actually had the conversation with the chef in my staff restaurant at work, regarding the “Vegetarian Chilli Con Carne” on the menu. So next time, he put “Chilli Sin Carne” on the menu. Ignorance fought!

The vegetarians kept asking him if it had meat in it.

I tried.

Not at my college. We have the best food in the country, surpassing at least one culinary school. (We used to be #2, behind a culinary school, but they got worse and we stayed the same. I’m betting there’s more than one culinary school in this ranking, but I only know of the one.)

That’s about as Canadian as the Jerk Pork at our dining hall was Jamaican… which is to say, not at all. :slight_smile:

Speaking for all Canadians, I think we can find it in our hearts to forgive if they can at least sneak a little Canadian bacon in there or something. Really.

I wonder whether they were trying to approximate poutine, but had only heard about it on an AM-radio cooking show while driving under a bridge with one window stuck down and the National Sound-Off Runner-Up Show Car in demo mode in the next lane…

My college caf had Mexican Chicken as well, which meant “grilled” chicken strips covered in a sauce approximately like that dip people make by nuking Velveeta with a jar of salsa or can of Ro-Tel. It was served on top of rice that was turned yellow by some nefarious means, with Spicy Green Beans (pale, grey, with jalapenos from a can sprinkled on top :eek:) and a single, pale, sticky, pre-steamed flour tortilla.

The only upside to Mexican Chicken day was that it came along with Mexican Chocolate Cake which was actually good, it was the basic chocolate cake with chocolate frosting but the frosting had cinnamon mixed in.

Ahhh, southwest Missouri and its quaint food traditions. (I’m still bummed that in the birthplace of the dish, our caf never served Cashew Chicken of any sort.)