I has DS in Abergavenny hospital last summer and the food was fucking dreadful.
I mean, it was actually inedible. Even DP, who will cheerfully take things out of the compost bin to eat if he thinks I have been too hasty in throwing them in there, wasn't going to touch it.
'Spring vegetable soup' that was orange with gluey lumps of powder in it.
'Pasta and mushroom bake' - overcooked noodles swimming in tinned mushroom soup.
'Ice cream' served in a non-insulated cardboard tub, next to the hot food on the tray, in August - even when melted it retained its shape in a rather spooky way.
Luckily we were armed with my mums homemade almond biscuits, and then DP walked to the town centre and brought back sushi and strawberries, and we had a sunset picnic in the grounds while I was in labour 
Staff thought we were nuts - I was being induced and they kept saying to me "Oh you really should have your hot dinner, keep your strength up". Yeah right.