I am so all about grades on restaurants! I won't even buy a Coke from a "B" establishment. Once, when my 16 year old nephew was visiting from New York he wanted to go into this pizza place with a "C" grade. I gave him a whole lecture on how restaurants in LA are graded, going on and on about the different things the health department inspects. He finally looked up and exasperated said "Aunt Karen, I just want to go in there so I can talk to those two girls!"
He wasn't looking for letters, he was looking for DIGITS! That's a cute story, thanks!
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