Some of our favorite restaurants require a leap of faith. Yes, perhaps the facade has seen better days and the interior could use some scrubbing here and there, but it’s good and cheap. You don’t over-think it. It’s your place.
But what happens when the Health Department comes along and slaps a big fat “C” on the window front? Can those lurking suspicions — what’s really in this enchilada? — still be ignored? Yesterday, the New York Post published a story exposing restaurants that refused to display an indication of the lowest possible ranking, as is required by law. Of the 15 restaurants with a “C” ranking, only half owned up to the blemish.
The Post stopped by these low-ranking eateries for another story, that ran today, about whether its patrons will stand by the embattled locales they’ve forever frequented, or flee. Much to the chagrin of supposedly C-grade restaurants, people seemed to care a lot about these silly rankings.
At Boulevard Pizza on Queens Boulevard in Elmhurst, one patron barely noticed the C prominently displayed. “If I’d known it got a C, I would have thought twice,” said Jennifer Carrasco, 46.
But if the food is good, and the “C” isn’t displayed, does it matter if no one knows? When it comes to cheap grub, maybe ignorance is bliss.
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