Starting in July, NYC restaurants will be graded with letters displayed prominently in their windows just like here in Los Angeles. SWEET REVENGE for those New Yorkers who got to live so long in blissful ignorance, able to eat their chili ruben melts without a glaring letter of disappointment/food poisoning sitting in the window. Sure, the after-dinner punishment can be a bitch, but weren’t those 30 minutes of chowing on fried cupcakes without a care in the world worth it?
Welcome to the realization club of sadness, New York. We’ll close a hot dog joint in Koreatown in your honor.
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