There’s something almost archaeological about remembering school lunch in the ’90s. The trays, the noise, the specific smell of a cafeteria that’s been running since 7 a.m. — and then the food itself, which occupied its own category somewhere between comfort and chaos. Some of it was genuinely good. Some of it was deeply questionable. All of it felt normal at the time, because you didn’t know anything different and nobody was asking you to. If y…
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