Dear Copper Chimney,
I've been watching you this whole time. Ever since you made me convulsively vomit for 12 hours straight, I've been waiting for your grade to get posted. Never, in my whole life, have I ever been as sick as I was after eating your food. I kept checking the NYC Department of Health and Mental Hygiene site waiting for your grade to be posted. For a whole year it was marked "Grade Pending." Many people believe that it means the Health Department hasn't gotten around to checking your restaurant yet. But I know that it means you received a low grade and have disputed the Health Department's claim. I knew it was only a matter of time before you were shown for what you really are: a cesspool of filth and disease forcing illness upon people.
So, imagine my pure elation when I looked on the website today and saw:
126 EAST 28 STREET MANHATTAN 10016
Tip! "Critical" violations are displayed in red.
Violation points: 28
1) Cold food item held above 41º F (smoked fish and reduced oxygen packaged foods above 38 ºF) except during necessary preparation.
2) Raw, cooked or prepared food is adulterated, contaminated, cross-contaminated, or not discarded in accordance with HACCP plan.
3) Evidence of mice or live mice present in facility's food and/or non-food areas.
4) Facility not vermin proof. Harborage or conditions conducive to attracting vermin to the premises and/or allowing vermin to exist.
Surprisingly you got your violation points down from the 39 you had when I got sick. The only "Critical" Violation that has gone is the "Personal cleanliness inadequate. Outer garment soiled with possible contaminant. Effective hair restraint not worn in an area where food is prepared." Should I congratulate you on that? I think not.
So, thank you once again for contaminating my chicken that night. I was forced to take off 3 days of work because of how sick you made me and I will probably never be able to eat (my once beloved) Indian food again. You suck, and it's not surprising that you got a "C" because good will always triumph over evil (the evil is you, in case you were wondering).
I'll hate you for the rest of your short life,
P.S. I leave you humming Avril Lavigne's "My Happy Ending."