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Time warp

A trip to George Webb’s and how it seemed like a time warp. While in Milwaukee, Wis., last week attending the National Association of College & University Food Services conference, I stepped away for a short time, opting for lunch one afternoon at a restaurant across the street from my hotel. When I did so, I stepped into a time warp of sorts, in more ways than one.

Paul King

July 13, 2009

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While in Milwaukee, Wis., last week attending the National Association of College & University Food Services conference, I stepped away for a short time, opting for lunch one afternoon at a restaurant across the street from my hotel. When I did so, I stepped into a time warp of sorts, in more ways than one.

I ate at George Webb’s, a chain that has 38 locations in Wisconsin, 17 in Milwaukee. My parents would have referred to the restaurant as a luncheonette, a diner-type space of the kind you rarely see in large cities any more. The center of the restaurant was taken up with a short, curved counter with about eight seats abutting the kitchen, with booths and tables providing seating for another 30 or so customers.

The restaurant is open around the clock, with a diner-type menu reflective of a Denny’s. I sat at the counter with my newspaper and ordered a burger and coffee; I wasn’t there so much for the food as I was for a change of pace and, I admit, a modicum of curiosity. (Besides, the menu didn’t really lend itself to healthy fare.)

I was drinking my coffee, awaiting my burger, when an unexpected, yet unmistakable, odor wafted over to me. I glanced to my right and my fear was confirmed: the gentleman two seats away was smoking a cigarette.

My first thought was to raise the alarm, but then I surveyed my surroundings. I noticed three things: he was not alone, there was an ashtray positioned just to his left, and there was a large sign hanging from the ceiling that read, “Please refrain from smoking on Saturdays and Sundays from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m.”

Milwaukee is one of those cities that will be dragged, kicking and screaming apparently, into the no-smoking era next year when a statewide smoking ban is effected. On the George Webb Web site, it indicates that only three of the 17 locations in Milwaukee are smoke-free. While I am by no means a civil libertarian, I do have problems occasionally with people in government trying to dictate how we live our lives. Should the government, for example, have the right to tell us what we should eat? I understand the arguments about the rising cost of healthcare, but is government intervention really going to make us a slimmer nation?

However, the smoking ban is something I have always been in favor of, because I have never been a smoker and second-hand smoke does worry me, healthwise. The puffs of tobacco that blew my way in the George Webb restaurant were a smelly reminder that, on occasion, government intervention can serve a useful purpose.

About the Author

Paul King

A journalist for more than three decades, Paul began his career as a general assignment reporter, working for several daily and weekly newspapers in southwestern Pennsylvania. A decision to move to New York City in 1984 sent his career path in another direction when he was hired to be an associate editor at Food Management magazine. He has covered the foodservice industry ever since. After 11 years at Food Management, he joined Nation’s Restaurant News in 1995. In June 2006 he was hired as senior editor at FoodService Director and became its editor-in-chief in March 2007. A native of Pittsburgh, he is a graduate of Duquesne University with a bachelor’s degree in journalism and speech.

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