Back on Cape Cod, in my early 30's, money was tight. The town I lived in had a soup kitchen on monday - Friday, so there was where I would eat. At times I ate with transvestites, drug addicts, lesbians and homosexuals, straight men and women, catholic priests and episcopal ministers, postal workers, down-and-outers, and others who were just needing a free meal...... the diversity was endless. The food actually wasn't that bad. They would serve a fresh salad, bread, soup, a main course, and dessert. I went there for about 3 years. I kind of miss that place.