At the breadlines and soup kitchens, hours of waiting would produce a bowl of mush, often without milk or sugar, and a tin cup of coffee. The vapors from the huge steam cookers mingling with the stench of wet clothes and sweating bodies made the air foul. But waiting in the soup kitchen was better than the scavenging in the dump.
Source: Arthur Schlesinger Jr, The Crisis of the Old Order: 1919-1933, the Age of Roosevelt (paperback edition, 2003) (pg. 171).