What's this about pensioners' food

Well, well, well - I took my dad to a Carvery for the very first time. This was a day out in London for his birthday and one of the first Carveries in the Tower Hotel - not sure it is even still there. My dad is not fat but does like his food. I think it is to do with his pre war days upbringing where you never wasted food. So if food was on the table, he would eat it. When he got to the Cavery he thought he had died and gone to heaven! (thank goodness he hadn't - he is now 93 and still with us). He saw all this food, we queued up and filled his plate. It was delicious. He went up for seconds! Then thirds - we told him you didn't have to eat it all and he couldn't understand why not - it was there and not to waste it! Please dad, we said, there is a sweet afterwards - save yourself. He looked very perplexed but decided not to go up for a fourth time (even though the portions were getting significantly smaller).

Eventually, we waddled out of the carvery and my dad was very very satisfied, but wasn't sure he wanted to go again because they served much to much on the plate!