From what Niko can gather via frantic calls to everyone we own inside the NYC Health Department, an anonymous caller reported mice in the dry storage area, spoiled dairy in the walk-in, and sewage beneath the sinks.
Those allegations are bullshit. But it only takes one foul-tempered inspector to turn them into a suspension of Delilah’s license to operate while they investigate further.
I’m at the corner in the car when he goes in. I sit there for two hours with my hands on my knees doing nothing.
In the end, she passes.
But only because she’s that f*****g good at what she does.
Yuri, seated inside, is texting me live reports as the inspection unfolds. From what he tells me, Lilah handed the man a three-ring binder with twelve months of sanitation logs initialed daily, a printout of th
