Please forgive me for having certain expectations when it comes to my meal. I expected to have freshly cooked chicken, not old chicken placed back in hot grease. I expected to have freshly prepared desert, not slimy black banana slices. The 2 flies would not leave us alone I'm guessing because we were the only ones there. The person I tried to give the pudding to asked if they had done something wrong to deserve such a treat. No matter how much whipped cream you fold in it; it won't change the foundation of what it's not.