Many NY style pizza lovers fawn over Arinell pizza in SF, saying it's close enough to the real thing. I like their pizza because it's not too doughy, and can be folded over while eating. Bonus that they play punk or rocker music, which helps me feel edgy, tough and cool as I sit at the counter and eat. At $2.50 a slice, the price is right. My only complaint is they don't deliver.
Today, I had a stomach turning experience while eating a pepperoni slice. The twenty something rocker dude who had taken my money and served me my slice decided to take a beauty break. He took off his hat, and started rubbing his greasy, dirty looking hair. This went on for a good thirty seconds. He moved over to look at himself in the mirror, unaware that I was groaning and lurching from his display.
After rubbing and scratching his dirty locks, he began digging in the corner of his eye, followed by hard rubbing all over his forehead. More rubs across the hair-it looked spiky, ratty and dirty-wasn't that what he wanted? Did he have to torture me so, with my Safety-Sani ways? I watched to see if he washed his hands, but he just walked over to his high stool, and sat down, staring blankly at the stoves.
Not only is his behavior gross, it worries me, as I have a history of seeing fellow diners fall ill. Best example is my friend Erica became grossly ill after a pizza/gelato food prep worker did a double health violation of picking at his face and not washing his hands after going to the bathroom. We know about the not washing hands part because she was in the unisex bathroom when he exited.
Back to Arinell. Maybe I should have said something to the vain pizza dude, but I don't want to start war in a pizza place. I may just wait til my next stop there.