What with our food mag, and Nigel Slater shackled to the stove every week grilling things, and me out there selflessly hoovering up anything that's been plated for more than 12 seconds, we like to think we have the food waterfront covered. The Observer: never knowingly underfed. But sometimes even we manage to miss the big stories. I mean, how could we not have realised the growing challenge that piercings would now be posing to the restaurant industry? (Twizzles naval ring; adjusts Prince Albert.)
A tongue ring. A bowl of linguine. Eventually one is going to get entwined in the other. Stands to reason doesn't it? Or at least it does if your name is Jon Cecil and you are a health official in Cheyenne. Apparently they've 'had several cases of old ladies finding tongue rings and rings and whatnot in their food', which can be a real downer on a night out. So now the Wyoming State legislature is considering passing legislation and soon Dean Finkenbinder, the environmental health director, will be able to ban any overly pierced diners. We say: a great idea. Time to bring in the metal detectors at the doors here too. At least that way we won't have to sit next to those clanking degenerates from the Observer design desk.
