As one who worked in restaurants both in high school and college, I can tell you that the whole inspection system is a farce, at least in the towns I worked in, including Chicago. The major restaurateurs are in bed with the inspectors, and it's usually the littler guys who get picked on. Occasionally, a new inspector will go after a big fish, but he/she quickly learns what happens to those who mess up the kick-back system. If you saw what goes on, in the kitchens of the restaurants you frequent, you'd stop going, plain and simple. I'm a gourmet vegan chef, and I cook at home far more than I dine out. My kitchen experiences are one of the reasons I taught myself to cook far better fare than what you can buy, out. Just a sample of what you don't see: Meat falls on the floor, no biggie, it gets rinsed in the dish rinsing sink, in hot water. If it's raw, well, it's going on the grill, so what the heck, right? Guy wipes his nose with his hand, gets the garnishes, puts them on your plate, and you start feeling ill in the next few days, after your night out. Moldy onion? So what. Grill it, it'll be fine. And on and on and - - - -