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Posted by sean on February 11, 2018 at 10:44 pm in Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments


There is a reason that I try to avoid self-service salad bars – hygiene. Some may call this paranoid. What I witnessed yesterday, gives weight to my reasons to steer clear of these bacteria traps…

While visiting a local Harvester restaurant, I observed the comings and goings from the salad counter. It was naturally busy. A group of young children gathered around a bread basket. One took a roll, using his hands. His father then arrived, they had a chat, before the kid returned the roll (still in his clenched fist), alongside all it’s brothers and sisters.

It gets worse. Much worse…

Towards the end of the meal, another diner – this time a grown man, so totally unacceptable – approached the dressings and condiments. Without giving a second thought, he picked up a ladle from a bowl of some sauce, brought it to his lips, had a taste, before returning it! Ewww! Ewww! Ewww! These people are pigs!

In other ‘Salad Bar Sightings’, I spotted a former Bath City player. I’m pleased to say that he had impeccable buffet etiquette, compared to many of the other diners.

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