I believe this is from Sweden. In any case, the Collective is the “boss”.
I lived in Sweden in 1972-73. There was a municipal cafeteria where the schoolchildren and adults - not sure if they were city workers or the general public too - had lunch.
That food was so good. I even learned to like blood pudding, and hold my fork in my left hand, but not to hold it upside down and loaded all the way to the handle.
The sweedish link was sometimes giving me some issues. But here’s the link to the story in a couple of other places: