by Eliza W » Tue Nov 20, 2007 11:27 am
What Deb said, plus...
When I lived in New York, a friend had a nice little Japanese place in the West Village. The kitchen was spotless, and he maintained the highest standards. If the food dropped on the floor, I actually wouldn't be terribly upset. The inspector seriously marked him down because the coffee pot was two degrees too cool.
On the other hand, another friend owned a bar/restaurant in Williamsburg/Greenpoint. It was disgusting, and even though it was a friend, I wouldn't eat there. The garbage was overflowing, the floor had dirty water pooled on it, the screen in the back window was so tattered as to be almost nonexistant. The inspector wandered through and gave them, I believe, an A.
Given this kind of discrepancy, I take bad grades with a big old bushel of salt.