I worked for awhile doing cabinet and countertop installation. At that time and place there was a restaurant that had a reputation for very high class (and expensive) food. Sure ’nuff, one day they sent me to repair the cutting board. When I walked in the kitchen door, the odor was RANK with not just old frying oil, but actual rot. Rotting meat! Yuck!
I had to move the cutting board away from the prep-counter to work on it and discovered that they’d been storing their meat cutting knives in the crack between the board and the counter. without cleaning them! Yuck!
I did the repair and left. When I got home (this was before cell phones) I called the health department. And began recommending to all my friends that they avoid the place.
They actually went out of business shortly thereafter. No idea then or now if my “unofficial inspection” or anti-recommendation helped cause them to quit. Nor if the health department responded to my call with an inspection. Life is full of mysteries.
I worked for awhile doing cabinet and countertop installation. At that time and place there was a restaurant that had a reputation for very high class (and expensive) food. Sure ’nuff, one day they sent me to repair the cutting board. When I walked in the kitchen door, the odor was RANK with not just old frying oil, but actual rot. Rotting meat! Yuck!
I had to move the cutting board away from the prep-counter to work on it and discovered that they’d been storing their meat cutting knives in the crack between the board and the counter. without cleaning them! Yuck!
I did the repair and left. When I got home (this was before cell phones) I called the health department. And began recommending to all my friends that they avoid the place.
They actually went out of business shortly thereafter. No idea then or now if my “unofficial inspection” or anti-recommendation helped cause them to quit. Nor if the health department responded to my call with an inspection. Life is full of mysteries.