When you get them seated, tell Brother Tom how many plates you need. We went to our stations. When the door was opened, cold air blasted in, and families filed toward the empty tables, removing old dirty coats and hats with relief. Except for the overwhelming poverty, the flurry of activity reminded me of a school cafeteria. After dinner, Father Michael talked to us about the people and the neighborhood.
Some people work.
They have enough money to pay their rent, but not much else. This is especially true in winter, when they often must decide between heat and food. They're trying to maintain their dignity by working, but the pay isn't enough to survive. Not everyone is going to like what you give them, and some will want something else. Just tell them that's what we're serving now.