I remember in my early twenties, I worked in a BBQ joint, really good food, the owner made his own sauce and smoked all the meat. Well, one day he was throwing a fit and was so busy the next few weeks fixing stuff, because the health inspector gave him a "B" rating. I didn't care, it was amusing.
One of the restaurants I deliver to has a B rating, I am tempted to look down my nose on them, but once upon a time when I was a computer technician, our favorite Chinese restaurant had a B rating, and their son was also a computer technician who worked with us. I went there as often as I could afford it, I was there with my brother in law and I watched a cockroach walk across the floor, what the heck, people need pets don't they? I don't know, really good food though.
I guess I'd be scared of a C rating, and nowadays I'd probably want to avoid a B rating.
Thoughts?
One of the restaurants I deliver to has a B rating, I am tempted to look down my nose on them, but once upon a time when I was a computer technician, our favorite Chinese restaurant had a B rating, and their son was also a computer technician who worked with us. I went there as often as I could afford it, I was there with my brother in law and I watched a cockroach walk across the floor, what the heck, people need pets don't they? I don't know, really good food though.
I guess I'd be scared of a C rating, and nowadays I'd probably want to avoid a B rating.
Thoughts?