One of the more gag-inducing developments in the area of government transparency is the ability - in certain locales - to look up the inspection history of your favorite restaurants.
Albany County's site is here.
In school right now, we're studying the muckrakers of the Progressive Era. My students have been loudly registering their disgust with Upton Sinclair's The Jungle and its unflinching look at the meat-packing industry. Who can match the eloquence of seventeen-year-old girls when they sing out "Ewwwwwwwwwwww" in a synchronized chorus?
We discussed the passage of the Pure Food & Drug Act and the creation of the FDA, but for some reason they're still feeling uneasy. Jaws has been harpooned, but nobody's sending out e-vites for a beach party just yet.
In the end, I guess I would rather know than not know. But if something is awry over at the Pig Pit (which got unconscionably overlooked this year in Metroland's "Readers' Picks" edition), don't tell me. Actually, strike that. They catered my friend Brendan's wedding reception and, as far as I'm concerned, they could make their BBQ sauce from the tears of orphans; I'd still eat there.
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