Restaurants in NYC now have health code grades that they must post in their front window. You read about something like this and [...]
Restaurants in NYC now have health code grades that they must post in their front window. You read about something like this and you go to yourself ”Good.” I mean how can knowing the level of cleanliness of a place that you are about to eat at be anything less than positive?
Well, I went to my usual breakfast spot the other morning only to find that it had gotten an “F” and was shut down! What the hell!?! It was like a punch to the gut, a greasy roach infested punch in the lower intestine. I felt a little used, a bit betrayed, kinda dirty! Every morning I would go in there and be ge greated by a friendly unidentifiable accent calling out “Morning my friend…The usual?” Little did I know the usual meant unsanitary eggs, rancid bacon and spitty coffee…Okay I’m almost sure that I never got a meal like that but that’s how I felt. I compare the feeling to a casual sex partner calling you and saying “You had better get yourself checked out!” And you’re like “I thought you were taking precautions and being responsible!” Later you start thinking about all the different things you put in your mouth over there and how you had better take their advice and go get yourself checked out.
At least, my place got shut down before it killed me, what about places with low grades that stay open? The other day I walked by a spot that got a “C” and it was open…A “C”!? I went to school, I know what a “C” means. It means you were in danger of failing because you didn’t pay attention in class. You probably cut that class from time to time to hang out with a girl or your friends and rarely, if ever ya’ did your homework. By the time the final exam rolled around, you realized that you didn’t know anything! So the night before the final you studied your butt off and made a little cheat sheet just to pass the test. And after all was said and done, yeah you passed, partly because your teacher would’ve gotten in trouble if she failed everyone, partly because you were able to remember little bits and pieces of info you looked at the night before but mostly because you cheated. And when you got home you showed your mother your grade and she posted it on the fridge but deep down you knew you deserved to fail!
Think about it…Would you want a doctor who got a “C?” A lawyer? As painful as it might be sometimes, I have to admit it is good to know that type of info in advance. Wouldn’t it be good at a club, before you made your move on someone that you could look at their crotch and see a grade? Lets’ hear some other places where seeing a grade could come in handy.