What's worse than finding a cockroach in your coffee?
Finding it as it slips into your mouth on your last sip. Ew!
This didn't happen to me, but it did happen to Boopy (the poor thing). He was sufficiently grossed out that he's avoiding the corner deli and since started making coffee at home. I don't blame him.
As for me, I've never stopped going to a restaurant because I've found a roach in the food, especially if the food is good; growing up eating in Chinatown restaurants, it happens. Avoiding it for a few days? Maybe.
With Boopy, even with the strongest convictions I couldn't avoid him for a days.
Especially when today is the two year anniversary of our first date.