We had a very disappointing dinner this weekend.
I decided we should go out. Pi kindly provided a list of 57 possible restaurants. I consulted Yelp! and began a thorough analysis of not ridiculously expensive Italian places.
Based on 614 independent factors and a little bit of eeny-meeny, I chose Cucinova. Cucinova got great ratings on Yelp! They serve pizza, pasta, and salads and you get to pick your own ingredients (think Italian Chipotle).
I had penne, Dad and Pi had salads (the key ingredient in the proteins and the roasted veggies is pepper which explains why Dad made the salad choice). The meals were served in heavy paper bowls that clearly said compostable (both in feel and in the pressed message on the bottom of the bowls).
My whole life has been spent waiting for an epiphany, a manifestation of God’s presence, the kind of transcendent, magical experience that let’s you see your place in the big picture. And that is what I had with my first compost heap. Bette Midler
There was no compost bin in the restaurant. None.
This did not sit well with your sister.
Not at all.
Especially since Cucinova is right next to Fusion where they have a whole compostable/recycling message.
The average US. Household generates 650 lbs. of compostable materials each year.
So not only did Pi ask the mostly indifferent staff (except the dude who made our meals—he was awesome) where their compost bin was (they didn’t have one and didn’t seem to care much) she started tweeting.
As of this writing that one tweet has gotten 4 RTs, almost 40 favorites (we’re trying to hit a record—please feel free to retweet or fave), and no response from @Cucinova. Which goes to show why monitoring your social media accounts is not a 5 day 40 hour responsibility.
I’m queen of my own compost heap and I’m getting used to the smell. Ani DiFranco
I raised good kids.