Rats on the brain.
That's what New Yorkers have lately, thanks to that tape that boosts the ratings of any news show that can possibly figure out an excuse to air it again: the rodents romping through the /KFC ( Fried Critters).
If those rats had agents, they'd have a three-picture deal already.
Instead, the nameless gnawers have so seared themselves into public consciousness that they are in danger of turning our hard-boiled Gothamites into -pickled prigs, the kind of folks who place tissue on the seat of any public toilet despite a million studies showing that all this does is end up sticking toilet paper to the thighs. For God's sake, , remember: Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but it is several columns over from "tastiness," and it is not even on the same menu as atmosphere, charm, or authenticity.
Yes, this is a plea for a little more grit and a lot less grandstanding.
Alas, it is a plea too late. Yesterday, a state Senator of the , , released a perfectly timed update to his 2005 report "Restaurants That Are Enough To Make You Sick: An Analysis of Unsanitary Conditions at Restaurants." The report not only has a way-too-long name, it has a way-too-silly idea: Grades.
It proposes a new law that would require all restaurants to post their inspection results in the form of a letter grade, A through F.
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