Ah, Ch*nk’s Steaks. The place to go for cheesesteaks, whatever those are. Never mind the racist name.
So after about a billion years, the owner of Ch*nk’s Steaks decided to rename it. Even though those proud anti-PC folks screamed their heads off. You know how they are. They whine about everything. They make mountains out of molehills. They see anti-racism in everything.
And now, according to this article, the owner is suffering from a decline in business. Because “no good deed goes unpunished.” Or something.
The Philly’s writer closes his article with this:
If 10 percent of the do-gooders who cheered him for doing the right thing came in for an occasional steak or shake, he’d be fine.
The white lens. No word about how well the owner would do if racists returned to eat there. Instead of vowing “never again!” because the place is no longer named a racial slur.
I don’t know, I can’t seem to get all that worked up about this. Because we already all know that doing the right thing is hard. Because there are a lot of racists out there. Because apparently the great cheesesteaks, whatever those are, weren’t really the draw. No, apparently now that the name has changed, they don’t want to go to the place formerly known as “Ch*nk’s.”
Also because gear labeled “Ch*nk’s” is still sold in their gift shop. Yeah.