Mind your A's and B's
Or why Ted and I had a long argument about the merits of restaurant inspection ratings on the drive back home from dinner.
So last night Ted and I went over to the IKEA in Burbank so that he could get shelves for "Kitchen/Dining Room 2002: A Meal Odyssey." After which we went over to Koo-Koo-Roo next door some dinner to bring back home with us. We walk in and Ted points out the letter grade sign to me. For those of you that aren't familiar with these, in the L.A. area, restaurants are required to display their inspection grade. A is the best followed by B and C, I think is the lowest. He says, "Look they got a 'B'" full well knowing that I like to avoid getting food from "B"-rated restaurants. I then tell him that I'm not gonna grab dinner here and that I'll just cook something at home. After a chorus of "You have an irrational fear" to "a B doesn't mean it's bad" we head out of the Koo Koo Roo and dash off someplace else (and A-rated) to grab dinner. In the midst of the drive home, we get into a debate over how ridiculous my avoidance of "B"-rated places is.
I admit, it's a quirk and I'll stand by what I always say..."If I have a choice between a B and A rated place, I'm taking the B place." There are PLENTY of A-rated restaurants in the Burbank/Toluca Lake/North Hollywood area. Why not go there instead? Then, Ted blabs on about how a B could have been the result of a broken sealant on a refrigerator and that many times it has nothing to do with health or sanitary conditions. I don't care...A "B" is still lower than an "A!" This led to the "well, what if the inspector had a bad day or was pissed off at the restaurant owner" argument from Ted. A "B" is still a "B." Call me a freak...call me a neutoric loon...If I have a choice between a "B" restaurant and an "A" restaurant I'll go to the "A." And the thing is...if a restaurant gets their act together and gets an "A" from a later inspection, I'll go there! Conversely, if the place had an "A" and then was downgraded to a "B," I'll stop going there. Case in point...there's a KFC I used to go to a lot on Lankershim in North Hollywood. They were recently downgraded to a "B." They won't be getting my patronage until they kick things back up to an "A."
This then stemmed to Ted's pointing out that I'm not the neatest person in the room. Anybody who's visited my room can attest to the fact that my room's never 100. And hell, I'll admit it. But that's MY own doing...my own mess. All right, it's a bit twisted. In any case...If you ever go out to eat with me...try to find a place with an "A" rating.
Or why Ted and I had a long argument about the merits of restaurant inspection ratings on the drive back home from dinner.
So last night Ted and I went over to the IKEA in Burbank so that he could get shelves for "Kitchen/Dining Room 2002: A Meal Odyssey." After which we went over to Koo-Koo-Roo next door some dinner to bring back home with us. We walk in and Ted points out the letter grade sign to me. For those of you that aren't familiar with these, in the L.A. area, restaurants are required to display their inspection grade. A is the best followed by B and C, I think is the lowest. He says, "Look they got a 'B'" full well knowing that I like to avoid getting food from "B"-rated restaurants. I then tell him that I'm not gonna grab dinner here and that I'll just cook something at home. After a chorus of "You have an irrational fear" to "a B doesn't mean it's bad" we head out of the Koo Koo Roo and dash off someplace else (and A-rated) to grab dinner. In the midst of the drive home, we get into a debate over how ridiculous my avoidance of "B"-rated places is.
I admit, it's a quirk and I'll stand by what I always say..."If I have a choice between a B and A rated place, I'm taking the B place." There are PLENTY of A-rated restaurants in the Burbank/Toluca Lake/North Hollywood area. Why not go there instead? Then, Ted blabs on about how a B could have been the result of a broken sealant on a refrigerator and that many times it has nothing to do with health or sanitary conditions. I don't care...A "B" is still lower than an "A!" This led to the "well, what if the inspector had a bad day or was pissed off at the restaurant owner" argument from Ted. A "B" is still a "B." Call me a freak...call me a neutoric loon...If I have a choice between a "B" restaurant and an "A" restaurant I'll go to the "A." And the thing is...if a restaurant gets their act together and gets an "A" from a later inspection, I'll go there! Conversely, if the place had an "A" and then was downgraded to a "B," I'll stop going there. Case in point...there's a KFC I used to go to a lot on Lankershim in North Hollywood. They were recently downgraded to a "B." They won't be getting my patronage until they kick things back up to an "A."
This then stemmed to Ted's pointing out that I'm not the neatest person in the room. Anybody who's visited my room can attest to the fact that my room's never 100. And hell, I'll admit it. But that's MY own doing...my own mess. All right, it's a bit twisted. In any case...If you ever go out to eat with me...try to find a place with an "A" rating.
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