Usually spend one night per week at the Mirage Diner in New Rochelle. It’s a good place to write, because the manager lets me sit for hours without ordering much, it’s quiet and they have an outlet.
That said …
Tonight I entered the bathroom of the Mirage, and saw one of the busboys cleaning the toilet. He wasn’t wearing gloves, and was wiping the rim with a paper towel. When he finished, he just walked out—no hands washing, nothing. Went right to a table to get their plates and see if they needed more water.
I’m so repulsed, can’t even describe it. Can I ever eat there again?
Not sure.
