A bit of a sad story today. Grant and I were having lunch at a homestyle restaurant – plain white coffee mugs, glass bottles of ketchup, silver-topped salt and pepper shakers, and rib-sticking mac and cheese.
One of the waitresses came around and collected all the bottles of ketchup. I assumed she was going to refill them, but when she came back, she placed a new, squeezable, plastic container of ketchup on our table.
“Grant,” I said, “I think we just witnessed the plastic switchover”.
He hypothesized that the reason they were changing was that the larger-necked plastic bottles were easier to refill. We asked the waitress.
Turns out they aren’t planning on refilling those plastic bottles at all! It seems that it wasn’t worth the man power to funnel bulk ketchup into glass bottles. It was deemed more worthwhile to buy pre-filled plastic bottles and then chuck them once they are empty.
She said they were just “too busy” to be refilling bottles. I don’t know why, after all these years, they decided that today was the day
Do you know how much ketchup a restaurant like that goes through? They serve fries with almost everything! I bet it is in the hundreds of litres per year. How many bottles is that?
Quite possibly these plastic containers will be recycled, but the thought of someone putting in man hours to actually wash out each bottle and get it into the recycling stream doesn’t seem to jive with the mentality of whichever executive thought disposable plastic was better than reusable glass.
Although the food and service were great, it was a seriously disappointing lunch date.