Saddest "meal" you've ever eaten.

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Little Caesar's?
 
Ugh OP, that frozen hot pocket story nearly made me gag!

I eat Craft Mac & Cheese and Hamburger Helper on a way too regular basis, which may be my sad story.

Or maybe getting takeout from Olive Garden. Only thing worse than an Olive Garden entree is a cold Olive Garden entree (thank god for the soup and breadsticks!).
 
Damn, basically eating trash.

I worked at a bagel shop once and we would throw out hundreds of bagels every day. They're perfectly fine to eat, it's just that the bagels didn't have any preservatives, so if we waited to try and sell them the next day they would be stale. If you went out to the dumpster right after we closed, you could get a bunch of bagels and just put them in freezer bags and store them in your freezer and they would be good for months.
 
Just after the short period while I was homeless in my twenties (when I also ate out of a dumpster) I got the shittiest, most awful apartment imaginable. Crack dealer on one side of me, prostitute on the other.

I was working as a night shift security guard at Holiday Inn. I was also starving, because the apartment had taken all of my money and I couldn't afford to buy real food.

So I stole a can of chili from Holiday Inn. And when I say a can of chili, I mean an industrial sized can of chili. It was bigger than my head. I ate that for the next two weeks. For every meal.

By the time I reached the end of the giant can of chili, the act of eating it nearly made me throw up. Fortunately, shortly thereafter, I started to get my money on lockdown, and began eating Ramen and hot dogs, like every other broke ass twenty year old.

But I will never forget that chili.
 
I worked at a bagel shop once and we would throw out hundreds of bagels every day. They're perfectly fine to eat, it's just that the bagels didn't have any preservatives, so if we waited to try and sell them the next day they would be stale. If you went out to the dumpster right after we closed, you could get a bunch of bagels and just put them in freezer bags and store them in your freezer and they would be good for months.

Same here. Amazing bagel shop that had a line going down the sidewalk every single day, and every night we'd throw away massive trash bags of perfectly good bagels. The local homeless shelter wouldn't take them due to the lack of preservatives. I would close about once a week and take a few dozen home with me for friends and family.
 
I like the thought of a prostitute and a crack head meeting in a hallway and being like "can you believe this fucking chili guy?
 
The night my 15 years old died I had some oatmeal for dinner. It wasn't bad, but I had to force myself to eat something while I couldn't stop bawling. It was pretty terrible :(

Your 15 year old...? :/ My condolences.


It was a 79 cent chicken fried steak microwave Banquet meal that came with a brownie. I was very depressed at the time, and after finishing the entree, all the time anticipating the brownie, it fell on the carpet. And I cried.

Reading this kinda made me want to cry. I know that feeling so bad, Borg. It's a shitty meal and a shitty brownie, but when the only joy in even a shitty meal dies on the floor it's like the world just took one last petty swipe at your dignity.


Damn, basically eating trash.

Those were lean years to be sure. I've certainly eaten worse in the name of hunger, but when you find yourself at night behind a shitty chain store digging through their garbage because you can't face going home and have nothing else it just... yeah. I think I did cry in that parking lot as I ate a stale everything bagel. Just felt really shitty right then.

But, as MazeHaze said, they do tend to dump perfectly edible goods. It was just soul-crushing as a whole.


Just after the short period while I was homeless in my twenties (when I also ate out of a dumpster) I got the shittiest, most awful apartment imaginable. Crack dealer on one side of me, prostitute on the other.

I was working as a night shift security guard at Holiday Inn. I was also starving, because the apartment had taken all of my money and I couldn't afford to buy real food.

So I stole a can of chili from Holiday Inn. And when I say a can of chili, I mean an industrial sized can of chili. It was bigger than my head. I ate that for the next two weeks. For every meal.

By the time I reached the end of the giant can of chili, the act of eating it nearly made me throw up. Fortunately, shortly thereafter, I started to get my money on lockdown, and began eating Ramen and hot dogs, like every other broke ass twenty year old.

But I will never forget that chili.

Twenties... the dumpster years. ;_;
 
Oh, when I was poor growing up, I ate meals that would make most people sad. Here are some from the top of my head (there are more):

Meal 1 (Desperate):
- Left over kosher dill pickle juice
- 4 Frozen bread slices of bread
- Chewed on Equal packets for dessert (as sugar was outlawed in the house)

Meal 2 (Lazy & Impatient):
- Frozen Tostitos Pizza
- Frozen Fries

Meal 3 (Lazy & Impatient & Desperate):
- Can of chicken corn chowder soup out of the can (not heated)
- Can of minestrone soup out of the can (not heated)
 
I had some Tacobell fire sauce on some Wendys saltines from the cup of chile. It was all I had around and I was crazy hungry.
 
For me it was probably at college when I ate pork and beans out of the can cold, and I opened the can with a fork and pocket knife. I cut my finger twice while forcing the can open and I likely bled into the food.

It was literally a meal forged in blood, sweat and tears. It was a dark day.

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Perfection.
 
The people posting names of restaurants have never had the type of meal OP is describing.

That instant noodle sandwich is a perfect example. I recently lived a week on popcorn, peanut butter and water. Was so happy to have real food after.
 
I had to spend the night in the slammer once. They handed me a plastic bag with two slices of smushed wheat bread and a sandwich bag that had been filled with peanut butter. I discovered a ketchup packet labeled 'Honey' but what could be seen through the transparent side was snot in color and consistency. The peanut butter bags were stuck to the ceiling and smeared everywhere.

In other news: Prisons should give bags of peanut butter to disgruntled man-apes trapped in confined spaces.
 
After reading some of the posts here I have no business thinking of any meal I've had as "sad." Thanks for opening my eyes.
 
I was so depressed at one time in college that I didn't leave my room for like two days. I didn't even have an urge to pee, it was just awful.

Anyway, all I had in the room was a bag of marshmallows left over from a care package my mom had sent me a couple months earlier.

Don't believe what they say about 1 marshmallow per serving :-(
 
I know I can't be the only one here who has sprinkled the ramen seasoning on a dry ramen patty and crunched through that son of a bitch.
 
My gf and I ran out of food so she made me a quesadilla with string cheese mixed with the last of our parmesan cheese. It actually wasn't bad.
 
I grabbed a hot pocket out of the vending machine. There was a line to the microwave, and I had to get some reading in before my next class, so I walked out without heating it. It was too frozen to eat, so I put it in my pocket to thaw while I read. Over the next 30 minutes, bit by bit, as pieces of it became soft enough for me to bite off, I ate a frozen hot pocket. And that was my meal.

Let's hear your sad meal/meals.

(For clarity: I've eaten chicken heads, chicken feet, dog, and balut. Those were gross and exotic, but they were not sad. Sad is what we need.)

This is sad. And probably a bit weird. I think I'd just wait for awhile. This is like, desperation eating.


This on the other hand isn't sad, it's just pig disgusting. Why. Why.
 
Fried chicken a few weeks ago in my sisters bathroom at 2AM after just being evicted and hearing some very bad news from a friend. It wa probably the worst night of my life and that chicken was also just plain greasy and terrible.
 
Years ago.

Early afternoon.

Unemployed.

Shirtless wearing basketball shorts.

Watching competition surfing.

Eating a whole box of Kraft Mac n Cheese from the pot.

I then sharted myself mid meal.

Saddest meal of my life.
 
Just after the short period while I was homeless in my twenties (when I also ate out of a dumpster) I got the shittiest, most awful apartment imaginable. Crack dealer on one side of me, prostitute on the other.

I was working as a night shift security guard at Holiday Inn. I was also starving, because the apartment had taken all of my money and I couldn't afford to buy real food.

So I stole a can of chili from Holiday Inn. And when I say a can of chili, I mean an industrial sized can of chili. It was bigger than my head. I ate that for the next two weeks. For every meal.

By the time I reached the end of the giant can of chili, the act of eating it nearly made me throw up. Fortunately, shortly thereafter, I started to get my money on lockdown, and began eating Ramen and hot dogs, like every other broke ass twenty year old.

But I will never forget that chili.

man.. i thought you were going to find something at the bottom of the can..
 
I'd say almost every meal from my childhood. My family barely had enough money to scrape by living expenses and such, so we'd go around little gas stations and steal snack packets. I remember the idea of a luxury dinner was a one dollar brand canned soup.
 
I once ate an entire box of cheeseburger hamburger helper. All I ha in the house was the box of helper and a pound of ground beef. It was the saddest shit ever....literally crying.
 
One time I had no food in the apartment so I ate a handful of Tums out of the medicine cabinet to stave off hunger for a few hours until I could go shopping the next day.
 
This is the funniest thread I've read in awhile. Some of these meals don't seem bad at all. Luckily I've never been in a situation where a sad meal was forced on me, more to being too lazy or having social anxiety to go to the store.
 
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