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I just lost my appetite

I have the honor of saying my family and I have eaten at the "home of the biggest and best tenderloin in Iowa."

Unfortunately, this establishment has earned another distinction -- for biggest and most numerous roaches in a restaurant.

Joensy's Restaurant on Main Street in Solon just got shut down by the health department after a customer complaint in late September that there were "cockroaches crawling all over." A surprise inspection led to four minor violations and five critical violations, including:
• An excessively filthy kitchen and food storage area,
• A two-inch thick pile of grease behind the fryers, and (drumroll, please)
• Live roaches crawling on walls, shelves, floors, a preparation table in the kitchen, in coffee filters and packages of disposable cups

Oh good gracious. Forget what eating a slab of pork bigger than my head could do to your arteries. This is a much better reason to swear off eating out. Makes me wonder what goes on behind the kitchen doors of my favorite dining spots. I commend the state's health department for making restaurant inspections available online to the public.

It'll let you know whether your food handlers wash their hands. Whether they cross-contaminate surfaces, cutting raw meat on the same surface where they slice your appetizer bread. Whether they keep foods at the right temperature to avoid bacterial growth. Whether they properly label toxic materials. Whether the restaurant has correctly installed sewage back flow mechanisms. Whether filth has led to creepy crawly infestations.

Then again, maybe ignorance is bliss.

Comments

Brianne said…
Just so you can rest easy, but Outback always got an A. :)

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