Here in the Greatest City on Earth, we like our women leggy, our celebrities wacky and our restaurants nice and sparkly.Our eateries are mighty clean, thanks to a mandatory letter-grade policy. Last month – about a million months overdue – New York City decided to follow suit with their own system.
L.A.’s codes are super stringent. Once, in the Arby’s on Sunset Blvd.
(I was reckless-hungry), I asked the manager why he only had a B rating. He showed me the paperwork, and the place had been flagged for a very minor infraction: keeping extra straws a few feet too close to a trash can.
Meanwhile, in Manhattan, where the rats outnumber the people, the health inspection field will be downright recession-proof.
So bon-appétit, New York. Here’s to cleaning up the restaurant biz, then setting your sights on the whole public urination thing.
