Food and Shelter: More Important Than Grammar?

Last spring, a friend and I were frantically looking for an apartment to sublet in Washington for the summer. We had pretty specific requirements in terms of price and location and we had been wholly unsuccessful in finding anything. We were a few weeks away from graduation and both had good internships but the possibility of being homeless in D.C. was less than appealing and increasingly likely.

It was in this high-stress environment that I suggested to my friend that we needed to have ethics and standards in this search. Clearly we could not sublet an apartment from someone with blatant grammatical and spelling mistakes in their Craigslist ad. She said that clearly I was insane and wished to live in a cardboard box for the summer.

This article (sent to me by a friend) is by a reporter with a Lynn Truss-esque urge to edit  restaurant menus. I sympathize and have been tempted more than once to stand on the high moral ground and not eat at restaurants with egregious menu typos (all restaurants owned by Israelis, I mean you). But then I get hungry, sigh and order.