The nearest city hospital to us has an M&S Food, a newsagent and a clothes gift shop in the main entrance along with a large Costa.
The department which housed Mr C for a 8 days had its own cafe frequented by staff, visitors and also some patients sitting with their visitors. I was told the food there was better than the staff restaurant. Main meals were limited in range but hot and tasty. Healthy? Probably as healthy as the average pub meal. A large range of sandwiches, fruit, pre prepared salad and yoghurts along with cake and biscuits were available all day.
I can attest the cooked breakfast offering was good quality and just what an exhausted, worried visitor needed. It was recommended to me by the porter taking Mr C to theatre at 10am for a six hour operation. We’d arrived at 7am after an hours journey, I’d not eaten. Go and eat he said, your husband is in good hands. I went, I thought just to get a drink, saw the breakfasts and yes it was just the thing I needed to buck me up for a stressful drive on unfamiliar roads to family. I truly didn’t care whether it was healthy or not.
Mr C refused food for several days, when he began to eat I supplemented hospital meals with whatever he fancied that M&S sold. It mattered more that he ate than what he ate.
The meals offered to inpatients seemed balanced, hot and visually appealing. The problem was a fickle appetite and little energy even to make a choice. This particular hospital does its best, I’d not criticise them while being grateful for M&S as a top up. I knew Mr C had turned a corner the day he asked me if, after my lunch break, I could bring him a large cappuccino from Costa. It all has a place I think.