Now, I'm not a big fan of the whole raw food movement; as a foodie, I think it's silly, and as a transplant, I think the whole celebrity-sighting thing is ridiculous...
Nevertheless, we had friends in town about six weeks ago, and they had heard about it (and the fact that the chef sometimes prepares food with his shirt off). I read reviews and they were mixed, with most people talking about stopping at Jack in the Box on the way out to fill up due to the portion sizes. Yet the guests were very adamant that this would represent something they couldn't get in rural Iowa (no kidding!).
I figured, hey, why not, I'll try anything once. We made reservations, we went down there, we parked, and we walked up to the restaurant, only to see that it had a 65 from the public health agency.
Now, I'm not so picky about the rating (except for sushi restaurants, which must have an "A"), because frankly the best cooking is often found in the ickiest-looking places... but a 65, when all you serve is produce?
We didn't go in. I couldn't bring myself to do so. We threw ourselves on the mercy of the house at Jiraffe and procured a table and enjoyed ourselves immensely.
What on earth could possibly have happened in that kitchen?!