There are days when nothing but a sub will do. A big submarine sandwich. In college, we lived on them. Steak, cheese and onion subs and pizza, it was our basic food group. Who knew that we’d be taking cholesterol medicine years later.
I don’t want to confuse you non-Bay Staters, a “sub” is a sandwich in a long rectangular roll with any type of filling you can imagine. In almost any pizza parlor in America you can order one.
Yesterday, when my husband was doing errands, he wanted a sub for take-out. He walked into the local pizza parlor and ordered, waited and watched.
The “chef” behind the counter got the sub roll out and then sneezed, into his hands, and continued to make the sub. My husband, made some excuse and left.
Then my husband called and asked me what was for lunch. So much for food sanitation and I had to cook.
Dave
January 29, 2009
That’s why I object when a McDonald’s counter clerk pulls out a cup for a customer by the lip instead of the middle or base. His or hand hand does not belong ‘inside’ the cup. Watch them (usually teenagers) like a hawk and tell them when they commit such an unsanitary and unncessary act.
Barb
January 2, 2009
I don’t make excuses either. When I see something like that, I let them know why I’m leaving.
foodsafe
November 25, 2008
Hi Amelia,
I agree. This was a “mom and pop” pizza shop and he was probably waited on by pop and he wanted to get home.
I personally have told or written to management when I see something wrong. Usually they are greatful and responsive.
Thanks again for the comment. Keep your eyes open. Hope to hear you comment again.
Amelia
November 24, 2008
Instead of calling you, your husband should have been calling the manager. The chances of anyone at that particular restaurant reading this blog and thinking, “Oh, that was at our store!” are pretty slim. The chances of the manager having a serious discussion with all of his or her employees about proper sanitation if your husband had called the store to complain are MUCH higher. So, essentially, nothing positive was accomplished.
Maybe it’s a GenY thing, but I enjoy feedback and, thus, feel obligated to provide it as well. I frequently share positive and negative feedback with companies on their products and services. Maybe no one ever reads it. Then again, maybe my voice as a consumer, when joined with the voices of other consumers, can be a powerful agent of change. I’m willing to risk that five minutes of my life will be wasted for the chance that those five minutes might make a real difference.