Touch Of SAGE 4+

SAGE Dining Services, Inc.

Designed for iPad

    • 1.8 • 689 Ratings
    • Free



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What’s New

Version 4.126

Updated Freestyle logo.
The ability to download / print recipes if your school allows.

Ratings and Reviews

1.8 out of 5
689 Ratings

689 Ratings

💜😌⚽️😭😀😏😭 ,

Havoc and fire

It was stormy rainy Thursday afternoon… I was so excited to head to lunch after my study hall, as I was waiting in line for food I shared with my friends and had some laughs. After I got my food I went to go get some soup as it looked very warm and delicious. As I was scooping all of the goods out of the pot I could see that it was very hot. I wanted some more ingredients so I tried putting some more in the bowl. Doing so, I overflowed the bowl and it spilt over the sides… onto my hand. It felt as if a spicy piranha had bit the inside of my hand. And then, as I looked at my hand, it burst into flames. I ran around with my hair blowing in the wind screaming: “FIRE FIRE FIRE” as I was running I unnoticedly caught the curtains on fire. I made it all the way out of the building and stuck my hand in a puddle, but as I turned around I saw the school engulfed in flames. Everyone died, I survived. Touch of sage, I hope you see this and know that you’re soup is exceedingly hot.

You killed my father ,

Curse you, Sage Dining

In 1992, Sage Dining killed my father. It was a stormy night in late October. My family was driving back from the county fair on a winding road through the forests. I could tell my father was stressed by the wet roads, but when he cursed and pulled over I grew concerned. Blocking the road was an entire Sage Dining buffet. Sage workers were standing motionless in front of the car, dressed in their ominous all-black outfits. A Sage Dining employee stepped forward. My dad got out. He told my mother and I to stay in the car. Through the window, I saw a Sage employee offer my father a single whole-grain roll. When my father did not take the roll they offered him some damp, cold chicken, which had been sitting on a hot plate for hours. Seeing that the chicken was gross and damp, my father refused this too. The Sage Dining employees became angry at his refusal to ingest their Organic Locally Sourced food and shot him with an Organic Locally Sourced gun. My father bled to Organic Locally Sourced death on the Organic Locally Sourced ground. I do not remember how my mother got us out of here, but when she too died tragically a year later, I was left an orphan. I swore revenge on Sage Dining, and now, years later, I will have my revenge. Like they always say, revenge is a dish best served cold yet over cooked and inexplicably wet after sitting on a hot plate for three hours.

Sage = bad ,

Sage dining sent me to therapy

My life was good, great, perfect even until Sage Dining moved to my school. I had heard the horror stories from other school of their school cafeteria being colonized by employees in all black uniforms who’s goal was to kill off the schools population. One day I walked into my dining hall and noticed a putrid smell leaking from the kitchen… Sage dining had invaded my once mediocre school. I looked to the left, the salad bar had soggy lettuce that looked like it housed bacteria and rodents. To the right, the uncooked chicken bar that had been waiting hours to be consumed by its unlucky victims. The crunchy pasta bar was drowning in olive oil which made it look more like a soup. I looked for my vegan section… what I saw was an uncooked piece of tofu with an orange slice placed on top labeled “mandarin orange tofu.” This sent me into a catatonic state which caused me to live in a psych ward expressing to the doctors the atrocities I witnessed that day. I had nightmares for months of the plain blocks of tofu I was forced to eat, the vomit looking soup, and my friend facing near death after consuming a piece of chicken. No one made it out of sage dining alive, except for me. I am the lone survivor but my severe PTSD makes me wish I was one with my snotty, mean, and self absorbed classmates.

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