I figure now that I’m on generic Amoxicillin, which if I’m not mistaken is related to penicillin, it’d be a great opportunity to check out some suspicious local eating establishments and catch up on my lost 52 Meals (don’t think I’ve forgotten). For instance, there’s a literal shack down the street from where I work (around the corner from the methadone clinic; no, really) that’s only open for a few hours each day and sells fried chicken and fries. A guy I work with named Fernando recommended it as super ghetto yet super cheap and tasty. Who am I to argue with a guy named Fernando? Plus, I got my Amoxicillin Protection.
Either that or I can fearlessly peruse the gloriously Orwellian-sounding NYC Department of Health and Mental Hygiene’s Restaurant Inspection Information, a database of health inspections conducted at eating establishments throughout the five boroughs. Not all of them contain disturbing violations, mind you, but the more entertaining ones do. Looks like my beloved Harry’s Burritos (the one on Columbus Avenue), for example, had some issues with “evidence of mice or live mice present in facility” in December. O.K., no more with that site.