Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 13, No. 11. June 8th, 1950
Yer Pays Yer Money And. .
Yer Pays Yer Money And. . .
Last Week two of Salient's reporters wrote a very irate article on the state of affairs in the Cafeteria. Since then two letters have appeared in Salient Room couched in much the same terms; in case-all four people are wrong we asked several other people what they thought about the food and drink while they were actually consuming it. First of all we interviewed the manageress. Perhaps her remarks will point the reason for the other comments printed below.
Manageress: "We have to keep within a limited amount of money. This applies to the amount we can pay out both for food and staff wages. All my staff work very hard, but the conditions are terrible. We have too few utensils, and those we have are burnt or the enamel has been chipped off, or else they are leaking. If the potatoes are watery, we can't help it if there is nothing but a very small colander to strain them in. If they spent some more money on such necessary things, and less on dishwashers and the like, I could do better. By the way, I arrive at 7 a.m. and leave at 7.30."
Member of the Exec. "I think that the place is a write-off. . . with the limited accomodation."
Fourth-year Arts "The food is uniformly bad in quality; you can get a meal down town for 2/6. I only eat here because I haven't time to go down-town."
Part time Student. "If I had time in the evening between lectures I'd go down-town. As it is I put up with it."
Fourth year English. "I like the company."
Graduate. "I bring my own food now."
Ex-A.U.C. "It compares very poorly, particularly in the selection and cooking food. There was never a dearth of food at 6 p.m. Also, they sell cigarettes in the Caf. at A.U.C."
Training College. "They're O.K. but I don't think that they warrant an increase in prices."
Third year Arts. "I eat here once a week and find it makes a change. Fair fare."
Fourth year Arts. "Good wholesome food. I manage to exist. If I had time, I'd eat down-town."
Second year Arts. "The best guess for the menu is what you had the day before. Variety is the spice of life they don't use spice either."
Pol Sci. Student. "Oh——, it's wicked."
Second year Arts. "I choose the Tavern."
Recluse (out of retirement) "My pie's high!"
Third year arts. "I remember when we used to have two choices of pudding. Now we only have soup . . . . and it isn't even meat soup."
Seventh Year Undergraduate. "This won't fill a long felt want."
Most of the above comments are derogatory. I feel that the time and congenial company factors account for the number of people who do still eat there. For certainly the food is pretty poor. I feel that the Manageress's comments on the inadequacies could be looked into. Incidentally, we should have interviewed the Caf Controller, but time presses and she is not available.
The conclusion we draw from the above heated comments is brief but, we feel, to the point. The Executive will have to do something rather more concrete than painting pretty posters to make the students eat in the Cafeteria.
To finish this depressing article. I print a short dirge to be sung to the tune of the "Red Flag:"
"The student's food is very poor.
And it costs you more and more. We'd like to have some caviare. Served in our Cafeterias!"