My rule of thumb for dining out is have the strippers wash their hands before making my sandwich.
When I was a kid, I went to the bagel factory, and asked my father if I could go it with him to see how they were made. Out front was where the bagels were in large bins, and through a double swinging door to the back was where they were cooked in large vats of boiling water, and then place into ovens. The bakers were all in their boxer shorts and undershirts, wearing socks and high top sneakers. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Today all bagels are made in factories by machines, and processed flour with preservatives. Back then and up until the mid 1990's, I would go to that very bagel factory, even though they had moved location, and buy bagels. When they got stale, about 30 hours after they were baked, they were hard as rocks. My dog loved them, and it would take her quite a while to chew one up. Damn, I sure do miss that dog, and those bagels.