We got a review early Saturday morning entitled “nice place - never going back” for Blue Agave that, whether the story is true or not, struck a chord:
They put soemone else’s food into my doggie bag.
I don’t want to see a half-eaten chicken wing that someone was gnawing on when I open the box.
I will never return to that place.
I will tell everyone I know to never go to that place.
We’re as cautious about ingesting the bodily fluids of strangers as the next guy (although we have to say that sometimes, antiseptic America takes it a little too far), but to wholesale write off a restaurant for an innocent mix-up like this seems a tad ridiculous. Is this switcheroo evidence of an insidious conspiracy within the restaurant to confuse, cheat, and ultimately sicken the patronage? That’s obviously what’s going on. Honestly, people seem to need only the slightest of provocations to embark on lifetime boycotts of this establishment or that. One day, sweetie, in the none-too-distant future, you will be FIGHTING TO THE DEATH over that half-eaten chicken wing in the grim hope of sustaining yourself for one more bleak, pointless day of existence.
Meanwhile, did you know that the doggie bag was invented right here in Chicago? The Wall Street Journal reported:
In 1949, Al Meister, the head of a Chicago-based packaging company called Bagcraft Papercon, came up with an iconic American invention. He developed a special coating to make a paper bag grease-resistant. Onto the bag went the drawing of a dog and a poem by his wife beginning, “Oh where have your leftovers gone?” With that, the company laid claim to the world’s first dedicated doggie bag.
See, at the very worst, the reviewer could have given the wings to his or her dog. The moral of the story is: chill. out.