Anxiety update: a doctor in Los Angeles had a cancellation! It's a miracle! I will let you know what he says after I go there on Thursday. Until then, any and all medication recommendations are welcome, or if you just want to come over and give me some Prozac, that would probably work too.
I went to the Third Street Promenade again yesterday because my iPod took a giant crap and I needed to see the GENIUSES AT THE GENIUS BAR (that was for you, Rachel). The Geniuses were like “yep, it’s broken,” and gave me a new one, because I am all super-responsible like that and always get the Apple Care. In fact, I must say, every time I’ve gotten the Apple Care it’s always paid for itself, in repairs or replacements. We just got Stephan’s laptop fixed last week at The Grove (during which time I had to celebrity ignore Katherine Moenning from the L Word) and I got to pet a goat and a llama at the Grove Petting Zoo.
But I digress. There is this restaurant on the Third Street Promenade called Chinese Express or something like that, and they’ve totally had a “B” rating for the longest time, and every time I walk by there, I want to yell at them, like “Shame on you! When they give you a B rating, it’s bad! You shut this restaurant down and CLEAN EVERY INCH OF IT RIGHT THIS MINUTE!” I don’t understand how the host guy is standing out there trying to get people to come in, right in front of that B sign, and not apologizing to everyone, like “Hey, welcome, now—just wanted to let you know, we have a “B” because our dishwasher happened to be broken when the health inspector came, it was TOTALLY embarrassing and just a little mishap, and it’s already been corrected and our “A” should be back anytime!”
But no! It’s ALWAYS been a B. Because I am a little crazy like that, I checked the website of the LA County Health Department, and dude, I was scared like THE SHINING. Multiple, flagrant infractions! Rainwater dripping in through the ceiling, and yes, confirmation that they consistently get a B rating, and they just don’t care. This is what I find the most baffling of all. HOW CAN THEY NOT CARE? They’re serving food! Do they just figure a certain percentage of their customer base is going to get sick, and this is just the cost of doing business? This is what I find the most disturbing of all. Of course, in my current agitated state I now will not even slow down as I walk by, for fear of getting some airborne food disease just by being in the vicinity of B-rated restaurant cooties.
Just kidding. I don’t really slow down. But I do think “How dare you?” Also, while I was looking for a picture of a "B" rating sign, I found this blog, which is all about health and food safety, and even has a section called "Celebrity Barf." Charming.