To Americans who wolf down potato skins amidst the newly poured concrete of the nation’s sprawling strip-mall middle, the idea of a restaurant that categorically rejects plastic of all provenance may sound like a silly concept. Hell, you might not even believe such a thing exists. “That’s stupid,” you may think to yourself as you plow through a bourbon-infused something-or-other at your local Tchotchke's. “Why the hell would I eat at a place that doesn't take my triple-cash-back mileage hell-yeah card?”
For once, my dear bumpkin, we ponder a mystery of life from a shared perspective. Why the hell would I eat at a restaurant that won’t accept my exceedingly acceptable credit card? Actually, let’s hold off on answering that for a second. First, let’s examine the reasons why a restaurant might elect to reject plastic to begin with, shall we?