Terrible service
At my school, I get served chicken and rice practically every day. Nothing like the advertise, even though they say “they’ve changed”
Touched by Sage Worker
My day was going well, the birds were chirping, sun shining, and I was excited to eat a hot dog from the my school’s cafeteria that I had ordered from the app. However, after 40 minutes of waiting, my hot dog never came. I called the chief manager, and he told me to come to the back of kitchen. As I entered through the steel doors, I saw him. The door shut and locked behind me. “Your hot dog is served.” said the manager, as he pulled down his pants. That night, I discovered the true meaning of “Touch of Sage”
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Poor
Never change their menu. App is super hard to use…
Not good service😔
Pls do not leave fat in meat and pls look at suggestions
Touch of SAGE? More like getting touched by sage.
I have been stuck with Sage since I was in kindergarten- I am now a senior in high school. I now have ARFID and can’t eat lunch at school and have a ton of food restrictions in general all thanks to sage. Thanks a lot!!!!!🤠
Bugs
There was dead flys in the pasta today at lunch.
The tomato soup
This made half of my class nauseated. We also experienced headaches. The food is usually ok but this was horrible
Sage Royale
It was a dark and storming night at 12:45. The sun was super shiny that fateful day as I entered the cafertia. I was looking for the pancakes which were promised that day. I filled with dread as I entered and saw… saw… Pizza! I said that’s fine as I went up but all I saw was barbecue pizza. Then I heard a laugh behind me it was the whole Sage dinning. I asked them where were the pancakes and they all pulled it out of their pockets before throwing it in a random fire. Then out of no where the school flooded with maple syrup and everyone died. Sage dining we want regular pizza no more barbecue. 2 Stars
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Tommy toughknuckes
Low Supply of 2021
The day will forever be remembered as the Great Chicken Shortage. We marched into the cafeteria expecting poultry salvation, only to be met with the grim news: no chicken remains. Instead, we were handed ladles of a mysterious brown gravy that looked more like trench mud than nourishment. The gravy oozed across our plates, claiming everything it touched. Mashed potatoes drowned. Bread rolls sank without a trace. Hope itself dissolved in the flood. As we sat in silence, spooning mouthfuls of despair, an employee snapped—furious at our complaints, wielding a ladle like a bayonet, shouting that “THIS IS ALL YOU’RE GETTING!” The room fell quiet. No one dared speak again. We ate our rations in fear, whispering prayers for the safe return of chicken. To this day, I cannot look at gravy without hearing the echo of her rage.
The day will forever be remembered as the Great Chicken Shortage. We marched into the cafeteria expecting poultry salvation, only to be met with the grim news: no chicken remains. Instead, we were handed ladles of a mysterious brown gravy that looked more like trench mud than nourishment. The gravy oozed across our plates, claiming everything it touched. Mashed potatoes drowned. Bread rolls sank without a trace. Hope itself dissolved in the flood. As we sat in silence, spooning mouthfuls of despair, an employee snapped—furious at our complaints, wielding a ladle like a bayonet, shouting that “THIS IS ALL YOU’RE GETTING!” The room fell quiet. No one dared speak again. We ate our rations in fear, whispering prayers for the safe return of chicken. To this day, I cannot look at gravy without hearing the echo of her rage.
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Response from developer
If you don't have a review of the actual app, please rate and review menu items within the Touch of SAGE app. This way your feedback can reach the right person who can adjust the menu and improve your dining program. Thanks.
Chance of cannibalism but overall good
Pretty good sometimes delicious my friend sheen ate it and he’s a chill dude people are really harsh on it tho
sage nuked shrek
No further explanation required
Food
Food is trash always dry or weird texture 🤢
How sage caused 911
It started like any other Monday at the headquarters of Sage, a software company specializing in accounting solutions. The office was buzzing with the usual morning energy—developers debugging code, customer service reps fielding calls, and executives preparing for meetings. No one had any idea that by noon, Sage would inadvertently cause a nationwide emergency.
At 11:45 AM, the company rolled out a major software update to its cloud-based accounting platform. The update was supposed to improve security and streamline payment processing. However, a critical bug in the code triggered a catastrophic chain reaction. Within minutes, financial systems across multiple industries began to fail. Banks, hospitals, and even emergency services that relied on Sage’s software for billing and payroll were suddenly locked out of their systems.
By 12:15 PM, 911 dispatch centers in several cities reported that their digital record-keeping systems were down, preventing operators from logging emergency calls correctly. Confused and overwhelmed, dispatchers struggled to route ambulances, fire trucks, and police officers to the correct locations. Some cities even experienced delays in responding to real emergencies, all because Sage’s software crash had paralyzed essential infrastructure.
News outlets caught wind of the situation quickly. By the time Sage’s engineers realized the full extent of the disaster, “Sage Crash Causes 911 Outage” was already trending on social media. Government officials demanded answers, cybersecurity experts were called in, and the CEO of Sage was forced to make an emergency press statement.
After hours of frantic work, the engineering team finally deployed a rollback to the previous software version, restoring access to critical systems. But the damage was done—lawsuits were filed, investigations were launched, and Sage’s reputation took a massive hit.
The irony? The update had originally been intended to prevent security breaches. Instead, it had caused one of the biggest tech-induced emergencies in recent history.
At 11:45 AM, the company rolled out a major software update to its cloud-based accounting platform. The update was supposed to improve security and streamline payment processing. However, a critical bug in the code triggered a catastrophic chain reaction. Within minutes, financial systems across multiple industries began to fail. Banks, hospitals, and even emergency services that relied on Sage’s software for billing and payroll were suddenly locked out of their systems.
By 12:15 PM, 911 dispatch centers in several cities reported that their digital record-keeping systems were down, preventing operators from logging emergency calls correctly. Confused and overwhelmed, dispatchers struggled to route ambulances, fire trucks, and police officers to the correct locations. Some cities even experienced delays in responding to real emergencies, all because Sage’s software crash had paralyzed essential infrastructure.
News outlets caught wind of the situation quickly. By the time Sage’s engineers realized the full extent of the disaster, “Sage Crash Causes 911 Outage” was already trending on social media. Government officials demanded answers, cybersecurity experts were called in, and the CEO of Sage was forced to make an emergency press statement.
After hours of frantic work, the engineering team finally deployed a rollback to the previous software version, restoring access to critical systems. But the damage was done—lawsuits were filed, investigations were launched, and Sage’s reputation took a massive hit.
The irony? The update had originally been intended to prevent security breaches. Instead, it had caused one of the biggest tech-induced emergencies in recent history.
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I hate sage dining 🤢🤮🤬
Picture this: A dark and stormy night 2003, I had wandered aimlessly into my schools cafeteria, instantly, an aroma of overcooked, but somehow wet chicken that had been sitting on a hot plate for three and a half hours. I turned around to try and leave but I was met with a sage dining employee. He grabbed my neck, lifted me in the air, and started force-feeding me damp chicken and 34 year old Brussels sprouts through a funnel. Tears came to my eyes, I started choking on this abomination of what they call “Organically Sourced Food” but luckily, I was saved by my friend who had grabbed a waffle (which was rock hard mind you.) and threw it at the left side of the employees cranium.
The employee instantly disintegrated into pieces of damp chicken. The waffle had no scratches on it. My friend had saved me that day, I was one of the lucky ones. And now, if you would, a moment of silence for the lost boys of the sage dining experience. 🕊️
The employee instantly disintegrated into pieces of damp chicken. The waffle had no scratches on it. My friend had saved me that day, I was one of the lucky ones. And now, if you would, a moment of silence for the lost boys of the sage dining experience. 🕊️
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Response from developer
If you don't have a review of the actual app, please rate and review menu items within the Touch of SAGE app. This way your feedback can reach the right person who can adjust the menu and improve your dining program. Thanks.
These comments full of drama queens and haters fr
The SAGE team makes some good food. Coming from public school I find the food to be gourmet. However I can see how some spoiled ish kids would complain that it’s not a Michelin star. However sage doesn’t deserve the hate they are real people trying to do there best with what YOUR school provides them with. It ain’t sages fault fr be mature
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THE HORRER SRORY OF THE COLD CHICKEN
The day began like any other at my school, but as I stepped into the cafeteria, an unsettling chill hung in the air. Sage Dining Services had just rolled out their new menu, and the aroma of roasted chicken filled the space. I could see the excited chatter among my classmates, but I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. It was exam week, and I had been under immense pressure. I approached the serving line, my mind preoccupied with formulas and vocabulary words. I shrugged off the unease and grabbed a tray, deciding to give the chicken a chance. “What could go wrong?” I thought, trying to dismiss my growing anxiety. That evening, the first exam hit like a freight train. As we filed into the classroom, I noticed something odd—Mr. Thompson, my history teacher, was unusually pale. He coughed violently, gripping his desk for support. The room fell silent. He managed to stutter through the instructions, but halfway through the exam, he collapsed, his body convulsing on the floor. Panic erupted. We rushed out, leaving behind the chaos. The next day, it was Ms. Garcia, our math teacher. I could still hear the sharp clang of her chair hitting the floor as she stumbled back, clutching her stomach. “Something’s wrong with the chicken!” she gasped before everything went black. Rumors began to spread. A few students who had eaten the chicken started to complain of nausea and dizziness, but it didn’t stop the line at Sage. Desperate for a sense of normalcy, I returned for lunch, convinced I needed energy for the final exam. The chicken looked the same, but it felt different. As I took a bite, a sickening feeling washed over me. By the end of the week, I was surrounded by empty classrooms and echoing hallways. The principal announced the tragic news: all of our teachers were gone, one after another, each succumbing to a mysterious illness. The blame fell on Sage’s cold chicken, but how could food do this? Determined to uncover the truth, I snuck into the kitchen after hours. The fluorescent lights flickered ominously as I moved through the darkened space. My heart raced when I spotted the head chef, hunched over a pot. The steam curled around him like a sinister mist. “Why?” I shouted, the words spilling out of my mouth. “Why did you serve that chicken?” He turned slowly, a twisted grin spreading across his face. “The secret ingredient is always the same: despair. We feed on their stress. It makes the food more... potent.” I stumbled back, horrified. My mind raced with memories of the week: the stress, the dread of exams, all harnessed and absorbed by that foul meal. The chicken was alive with a malevolence I never could have imagined. It wasn’t just food; it was a weapon. As I turned to flee, the kitchen door slammed shut. I was trapped in this nightmare. Shadows danced around me, and I felt the oppressive weight of dread closing in. The last thing I heard before everything went black was the chef’s laughter, echoing in my ears. When I woke, the school was deserted. The halls were a graveyard of empty lockers and faded posters. The only remnant of that week was a lingering taste of chicken in my mouth and the feeling that I was somehow complicit in it all. I never returned to that school. But sometimes, in quiet moments, I can still hear the echoes of laughter and the whispers of my lost teachers, all victims of a meal that was never meant to be.
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A culinary nightmare:
If I could give zero stars, I would. Sage Dining is not just a dining service; it is a symbol of oppression cloaked in the guise of hospitality. The moment I entered the experience, I felt the weight of their outdated traditions pressing down like a leaden shroud.
From the moment I arrived, it was clear that this establishment does not value the voices of women or children. The menu choices were not just limited; they were a reflection of a bygone era, where culinary creativity is stifled and individuality is quashed. Women’s contributions to the culinary arts are ignored, and children’s preferences are dismissed outright, leaving us with a sad, uninspired selection that feels like a slap in the face.
The atmosphere? Drenched in an oppressive silence that suffocates any hint of joy. The staff, though polite, seemed to embody a system that prioritizes conformity over creativity, leaving me feeling like a mere cog in a culinary machine. Conversations were stifled, laughter silenced—an oppressive cloud hung over our table, reminding us that this was no ordinary dining experience; it was a reminder of societal norms that bind us.
What’s worse, the food itself was bland and uninspired. It tasted like a corporate decision rather than a genuine culinary endeavor, reflecting the same disregard for creativity that plagues their treatment of women and children. Each bite felt like a concession to mediocrity, reinforcing the sense that Sage Dining prefers to play it safe rather than celebrate diversity.
In a world where dining should be a joyous celebration of flavors and experiences, Sage Dining instead perpetuates an oppressive atmosphere that stifles the voices of the very individuals who should be celebrated. Until they reevaluate their values and embrace the richness of inclusivity, I implore anyone who values progress and equality to stay far, far away.
From the moment I arrived, it was clear that this establishment does not value the voices of women or children. The menu choices were not just limited; they were a reflection of a bygone era, where culinary creativity is stifled and individuality is quashed. Women’s contributions to the culinary arts are ignored, and children’s preferences are dismissed outright, leaving us with a sad, uninspired selection that feels like a slap in the face.
The atmosphere? Drenched in an oppressive silence that suffocates any hint of joy. The staff, though polite, seemed to embody a system that prioritizes conformity over creativity, leaving me feeling like a mere cog in a culinary machine. Conversations were stifled, laughter silenced—an oppressive cloud hung over our table, reminding us that this was no ordinary dining experience; it was a reminder of societal norms that bind us.
What’s worse, the food itself was bland and uninspired. It tasted like a corporate decision rather than a genuine culinary endeavor, reflecting the same disregard for creativity that plagues their treatment of women and children. Each bite felt like a concession to mediocrity, reinforcing the sense that Sage Dining prefers to play it safe rather than celebrate diversity.
In a world where dining should be a joyous celebration of flavors and experiences, Sage Dining instead perpetuates an oppressive atmosphere that stifles the voices of the very individuals who should be celebrated. Until they reevaluate their values and embrace the richness of inclusivity, I implore anyone who values progress and equality to stay far, far away.
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Sage Ruined my Autistic Friend
It was a drizzly Tuesday. Me and my buddies were getting ready to have a wonderful lunch provided by Sage’s dining services. That was until we found out what was being served: the gabagool. Famous for shutting down entire cities, my friend reluctantly took a bite (she was excited it wasn’t chicken) and that’s where it all went wrong. Her brain instantly exploded out of her head and soon we couldn’t tell the red of the carpet from the red of her hair. She spouted black vomit and uttered the words in a raspy voice: I MUST RETURN TO MY HOMELAND. and all the students ran off at top speed. She has trapped and killed several animals in the area since we saw her last 2 days ago and she has fashioned their wool and hide into makeshift clothes, and is now hiding under a bench on campus and hissing at everybody who walks by. This is not the first time this has happened!! Please save Allie!!
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God awful
yeah
Sage sage sage
The sage website devs broke my skull, sad times
