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However, if you are OK with MSG, a lot of their food is pretty tasty.

Catch 22, if they took out the MSG it would taste like cardboard.

I enjoyed food there that did not seem to have MSG. Things like prime rib cut off as I watched, etc. I actually added a bit of salt, myself.

A number of Asian restaurants say on their menus that they do not use MSG. They have pretty good food, too. Just had the best Tom Kha Gai soup ever, last week at an MSG-free place.

.......drove over to Golden Corral last evening, I can't imagine that that many GI's and ex GI's would be willing to stand in a chow line as long as that was there. I swore off chow lines when I was separated. BTW Eagles thumped Donavan and the Red Skins!

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Originally posted by Dick Dubbs:
I swore off chow lines when I was separated.

HA!

I swore off lines period.

Guess how far that got me.

When I started doing volunteer work at the VA hospital, there it was, a regular chow line. I think they had plates instead of the crummy, furry Micarta trays, but it was still a chow line, complete with SOS, etc. It was even worse than the Army, in the sense that they couldn't deal with serving chili over rice. Something about how to charge me, I think.

Wish we had a coupla of those micarta trays now, for outdoor pot luck chow lines.

At least, now, when I go through a chow line, I get as many pats of butter as I want.

If you are near a Souplantation, it is worth standing in line. Especially if they are serving Tuna Tarregon.

Micarta trays? That must have been modern times. All we ever had was scratched & dented stainless steel unless we were in the field when it was mess kits or C-ration cans.

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Originally posted by olroy:
scratched & dented stainless steel unless we were in the field when it was mess kits or C-ration cans.

We had those, too. They were bigger, but shallower. I went through a chow line in the dark holding mine upside down. Didn't know it was upside down until I had walked a fair distance and sat down to eat. Dinner was spaghetti, and it all slid off the tray, onto my boots and the ground. Went back, and mess truck was gone.

Wah. That might be the only Army meal I really remember.