The B Material (or: "Coming Clean About Being Dirty")

I haven't been exactly truthful.

I pretend to be snobby. I pretend to be above the hoi-palloi, what with their "Pooled/Shelled Eggs," "Deterioration/Facility Not Fully Enclosed," or "Wiping Rag" violations at the restaurants they frequent.

Yes. I, Ravi Dehar, have eaten at B restaurants. And I'm not talking about shady restaurants in towns in which they don't grade their eateries, so they're probably Bs (Silver Dragon Chinese Cuisine in Davis comes to mind, but good lord, if I die eating their crab-meat cheese fried wantons, I die happy). I mean knowingly eating at restaurants that have received a less-than desireable grade. And if not knownlingly, then in large quantities I soon regretted.

I've strayed four times that I can count. Here is a summary of each instance, complete with an excuse.

Urth Cafe
I had just visited Sweet Lady Jane's (bakery) for the first time, and we took the cake to go. I needed milk, and this looked like a place that'd have it. They did, I drank, and I live. But I'm not proud of it.

Frankie and Johnny's NY Pizza
I didn't know this was a B restaurant until much later after I ate it. Last year I was on the Student Committee for the Arts and the only benefit to that was the free dinner on Mondays. Honestly, I expected better food, but we got pizza a lot. This one looked shady, so I only ate one slice, then when I got home I found out the awful truth. I wanted to throw up.

Daikou Ramen
I knew this was a B restaurant going in, so I didn't order anything. The host insisted that I try some of the Ramen broth, and I relented. Got home to see the violation was for no hot water and cockroaches(!). He probably doesn't read this blog, so that'll be our secret for now.

U-Dog
I was inebriated (for the first time). I don't really remember much, but boy was I embarassed when I walked by the next day and saw the B. Beer goggles affect different people in different ways, I guess.

I'm not proud of it. But now we can move forward, right, with a clean slate? Just because I've eaten at B restaurants and lived, though, doesn't mean I'm going to make a habit of it. If you've been saving a seat for me at Gushi, well, keep waiting.

Yes, this honest (every ZagatWho? entry from me will end in a random offensive image, so apologies in advance):



-->Ravi