On July 17, the inspector found “green algal growth” in a puddle of standing water in a raw holding cooler. And on July 27, an inspector noted clear liquid leaking out from a square patch on the ceiling. Behind the patch, there were two other patches that were also leaking. An employee came and wiped the liquid away with a sponge, but it returned within 10 seconds. The employee wiped it again, and the liquid again returned within 10 seconds. Meanwhile, a ceiling fan mounted close by was blowing the leaking liquid onto uncovered hams in a hallway outside the room.
A picture of hell.
It used to be a badge of honor to have a label footnote like “est. 1937”, but now I feel that just clarifies the enshittification time delta.
It depends on the business. Highly competitive and volatile ones, like restaurants, can still be judged by longevity, in my opinion.
The only exception to this rule is the Chili’s on 45th Street and Lamar in Austin, Texas, which exists in a timeless negative space where businesses can not die. Will not die. They are watching.
One of the weirder things about getting old is seeing shit like “making weeblefetzers since 2005” on store signs.