At least they have Zapekanka.

Lunch at the Institute's dining room is a total flashback to middle school neuroses. I don't care if I eat alone in a restaurant or cafe, but put me in a controlled environment with a bunch of kids to whom physical appearance is important, and...

I miss having lunch with The Professor and cowering under the shadow of his importance. When I eat alone, I don't look old enough to seem like a visiting professor or homeless bum. I just look like the outcast. It is sad.

Images of the curd-cheese-baked-pudding that is zapekanka.