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11th-Aug-2005 12:32 pm
mike
I just went and grabbed a veggie special at the Greek place a few blocks away. The guy at the register was trying to stuff a pita bread into the bag and it wouldn't fit, so he pinned the pita to the counter with his hairy Greek forearm while he made room in the bag for it. Then he put it in the bag. BARF!!! I asked him if he'd mind giving me a fresh piece of pita that he hadn't just pressed his arm against. He said "My arm is clean!". I replied, "It's the thought that counts." He got me a new piece of bread and put the bread back in the pile to give to someone else. I left there at warp speed. I don't think I'll be going back there. I just hope I can eat this lunch now.
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11th-Aug-2005 07:42 pm (UTC)
Wow. That's heinous.
11th-Aug-2005 08:57 pm (UTC)
There are websites out there that display all the health code violations of all the "restaurants" out there. After a while of reading that stuff I decided that just like laws, sausages, and chocolate - it's best to not look too closely at what you are eating but close your eyes and hope for the best.

They say drinking hard liquor with your food reduces the chances of contracting food poisoning. Yay for hard liquor! :)
11th-Aug-2005 09:33 pm (UTC)
http://www.dph.sf.ca.us/eh/Violations/Framemain.asp

When I went to Mexico with a friend I drank only tequila and bottled water we brought with us across the border. He drank margaritas, and got sick as a dog. I think you must be right!
12th-Aug-2005 02:51 am (UTC)
Margaritas made with crushed ice, ice frozen from probably the local supply. The local supply pumped from a resevoir and ...

That's where our trace stops. :) For a *REASON* ::shiver::
11th-Aug-2005 11:33 pm (UTC) - aw
Poor Grecian genes running amok..!
16th-Aug-2005 04:51 am (UTC)
This story is courtesy of my friend Rob, former Cal student, who I havent seen in 4 years and is now in the Navy:

"It was the middle of September - school had been in a session for a few weeks. It was Saturday, and the entire Shattuck/Telegraph area was bustling as usual. The temperature was somewhere between 90 and 95 - very hot. The Blondie's Pizza there was verrrry busy, with a long time of students and shoppers trying to get a quick slice. There were only 2 or 3 people working. As I waited in line, I kept hearing the phone ringing over and over and no one would pick it up. I looked behind the counter and saw a big sweaty guy in an apron throwing dough. The guy at the register hollered back that someone really needed to get the phone, so dough guy went over to it and stood there. You could clearly see him making the "dilemma face" as he figured out what to do with the dough. There was no place to set the dough, and it was to much for him to throw over his forearm. He finally *folds the dough on itself and tucks it under his armpit* and picks up the phone with a messy hand. I quickly made my way to the exit".

And that is my friend Rob's gross Blondie's Pizza in Berkeley story.
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