Dinner plus restaurant inspections
I read two things in the morning newspaper (yes, an actual newspaper) that I can’t fully explain to you or myself why I read them. But I do. One is the obits. This is a habit right out of the commercial about being like one’s father. I got it from him. First, he was curious to know if there was anyone he knew whom he no longer knew. Secondly, he said it was fascinating how many regular people had lived really interesting lives. He probably was a little like Carl Reiner, who said he read the obits first thing in the morning. If he wasn’t in them, he had breakfast. ‘reminds me of Shelly Berman, the Godfather of Jewish neurotic humor who paved the way for the likes of Woody Allen. During his act, Berman was constantly touching his body. When asked about it, he said, “I do that so I can be reassured that I’m still here.” Ba da boom.
The other read is a little nutty too, but it will take us into the commentary. Every week the Sun-Sentinel publishes a different kind of obit. I call it a potential obit. It cites the names of restaurants whose operation had been suspended by the Health Department. The name, address, and fairly pithy description of the offense come with it. For instance, one read, “Twenty flies on meat patties.” Another was the inspector’s sighting of evidence about mice infestation, which he cited in his report. I’ll spare you the details. The report reminds me of the old posters of criminals one saw on the post office walls. This offender was an home-town eatery. I won’t tell you its name. They’ve got enough trouble as it is. The story is an “on the one hand, on the other hand” story.
While the old saying goes, “Ignorance is bliss,” government, and theoretically, persons in corporate America, are there to protect us from our ignorance. I feel certain that someone sitting down in said restaurant, knowing not what the inspector dinged it for, would not keel over, poisoned to death, either by the end of the meal or at home some days later. That is unless they were on Putin’s “Ka Ka” list. It is inexcusable for food served to the public to have evidence that it was rubbing shoulders with “micelings” or was laying about on a cutting board where the night before roaches were playing their nightly game of shuffleboard. If one reads enough of these reports, one could conceivably look for a restaurant that allows you to bring your own food from home like some do your own wine. They could charge a plate fee to go with the corkage fee. Yes, I am joking.