Chipotle Norovirus Is Back: 135 Sick After Eating At Fast Food Chain

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[chopperman]

More than 135 people who reported falling sick between July 13 and July 16 after visiting a Chipotle restaurant in Sterling, Virginia have been identified by local authorities. The Loudoun County Health Department reported Monday that its investigation of the reports found two individuals tested positive for the same strain of norovirus following reports from earlier this month.

[chopperman]

I miss Chi Chi's. I wish they had the smarts to survive their problems.

[Jim W N]

I went to Chipotle yesterday in AZ and I didn’t get sick. Love their soft flour tortilla chicken tacos.

[VietVet876]

I loved Chi Chi’s. The chain had great locations, decent to very good food and mostly super service.

[moovova]

Heck, Chipotles should just make the virus a menu item.

[RoosterRedux]

This is why one of my top ten rules for successful investing is to NEVER invest in restaurant stocks (fast food or otherwise).

Your investment can disappear overnight.

[dfwgator]

Yeah have people with nose rings and tats make your food, what could possibly go wrong?

[Timpanagos1]

The Chipolte Chicken & Norovirus Tacos are two for one this week!

[proust]

As they say, if you can’t fix it, feature it!

[gnarledmaw]

Its nasty Mexican food fer crissake! Norovirus is just an experience enhancement additive that allows patrons to extend their enjoyment because it looks the same coming out as it did going in.

[BobL]

I went to Chipitole once. Food, at least to me, was nothing special and overpriced. So, no thanks. I’ll stick to McDonald’s and Burger King, the BEST PLACES TO EAT in the country (other than In-and-Out, if in their coverage area).

[Rebelbase]

“Yeah have people with nose rings and tats make your food, what could possibly go wrong?”

If you eat at any fast food restaurant the odds are better than not that somewhere in the food chain nose rings and tats are present.

[Enlightened1]

It’s obvious they are being sabotage.

I have their food and it’s actually pretty good.

You can go there for lunch and you will not be hungry until about 24 hours later.

[moovova]

We actually did a Thanksgiving Day meal at ChiChi’s brunch buffet one time. Probably the only year we ever chose to do the “restaurant route” for Thanksgiving (there had been some parental hospital issues).

It was awesome.

[Rebelbase]

“McDonald’s and Burger King, the BEST PLACES TO EAT in the country “

You need to get out more.

[xp38]

There's room to add it below the kids menu

[left that other site]

I went to Chipolte ONCE. It reminded me of something I read back in 1964 when i was in the 7th grade. Ah yes! here it is (Thank goodness for the Internet!):

5. In the low-ceilinged canteen, deep underground, the lunch queue jerked slowly forward. The room was already very full and deafeningly noisy. From the grille at the counter the steam of stew came pouring forth, with a sour metallic smell which did not quite overcome the fumes of Victory Gin. On the far side of the room there was a small bar, a mere hole in the wall, where gin could be bought at ten cents the large nip.

'Just the man I was looking for,' said a voice at Winston's back.

He turned round. It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research Department. Perhaps 'friend' was not exactly the right word. You did not have friends nowadays, you had comrades: but there were some comrades whose society was pleasanter than that of others. Syme was a philologist, a specialist in Newspeak. Indeed, he was one of the enormous team of experts now engaged in compiling the Eleventh Edition of the Newspeak Dictionary. He was a tiny creature, smaller than Winston, with dark hair and large, protuberant eyes, at once mournful and derisive, which seemed to search your face closely while he was speaking to you.

'I wanted to ask you whether you'd got any razor blades,' he said.

'Not one!' said Winston with a sort of guilty haste. 'I've tried all over the place. They don't exist any longer.'

Everyone kept asking you for razor blades. Actually he had two unused ones which he was hoarding up. There had been a famine of them for months past. At any given moment there was some necessary article which the Party shops were unable to supply. Sometimes it was buttons, sometimes it was darning wool, sometimes it was shoelaces; at present it was razor blades. You could only get hold of them, if at all, by scrounging more or less furtively on the 'free' market.

'I've been using the same blade for six weeks,' he added untruthfully.

The queue gave another jerk forward. As they halted he turned and faced Syme again. Each of them took a greasy metal tray from a pile at the end of the counter.

'Did you go and see the prisoners hanged yesterday?' said Syme.

'I was working,' said Winston indifferently. 'I shall see it on the flicks, I suppose.'

'A very inadequate substitute,' said Syme.

His mocking eyes roved over Winston's face. 'I know you,' the eyes seemed to say, 'I see through you. I know very well why you didn't go to see those prisoners hanged.' In an intellectual way, Syme was venomously orthodox. He would talk with a disagreeable gloating satisfaction of helicopter raids on enemy villages, and trials and confessions of thought-criminals, the executions in the cellars of the Ministry of Love. Talking to him was largely a matter of getting him away from such subjects and entangling him, if possible, in the technicalities of Newspeak, on which he was authoritative and interesting. Winston turned his head a little aside to avoid the scrutiny of the large dark eyes.

'It was a good hanging,' said Syme reminiscently. 'I think it spoils it when they tie their feet together. I like to see them kicking. And above all, at the end, the tongue sticking right out, and blue a quite bright blue. That's the detail that appeals to me.'

'Nex', please!' yelled the white-aproned prole with the ladle.

Winston and Syme pushed their trays beneath the grille. On to each was dumped swiftly the regulation lunch -- a metal pannikin of pinkish-grey stew, a hunk of bread, a cube of cheese, a mug of milkless Victory Coffee, and one saccharine tablet.

'There's a table over there, under that telescreen,' said Syme. 'Let's pick up a gin on the way.'

The gin was served out to them in handleless china mugs. They threaded their way across the crowded room and unpacked their trays on to the metal-topped table, on one corner of which someone had left a pool of stew, a filthy liquid mess that had the appearance of vomit. Winston took up his mug of gin, paused for an instant to collect his nerve, and gulped the oily-tasting stuff down. When he had winked the tears out of his eyes he suddenly discovered that he was hungry. He began swallowing spoonfuls of the stew, which, in among its general sloppiness, had cubes of spongy pinkish stuff which was probably a preparation of meat. Neither of them spoke again till they had emptied their pannikins. From the table at Winston's left, a little behind his back, someone was talking rapidly and continuously, a harsh gabble almost like the quacking of a duck, which pierced the general uproar of the room. (From "1984" by George Orwell.)

Funny...the things we remember when we are reminded of them.

[willk]

“It’s obvious they are being sabotage.”

I agree. Too much coincidence and lawsuits.

[who knows what evil?]

If you eat at any fast food restaurant the odds are better than not that somewhere in the food chain nose rings and tats are present.

Precisely WHY we rarely eat out...anywhere...ever.

[montag813]

This is all sabotage. Monsanto and other fiends despise Chipotle for being the only national chain to reject GMO. It’s no surpise CMG is continually targeted. I remain loyal.

[minnesota_bound]

If you owned their stock you would be sick!
Check the 5 year chart.
https://www.google.com/#q=Chipotle+stock