Urban camouflage: Fail or Win?

I was in the SkyCity Cinemas food court in Auckland the other day, with an hour to kill before my movie stared. Naturally, my thoughts turned towards dinner, just as the cunning planner who had situated a food court at that location had anticipated.

I thought I should have sweet and sour pork, since it had been ages since I've had some and my friend Matt Ng-Wai Shing had mentioned it to me in conversation. It seemed that the only shop which did sell SnS was this one:


You might be wondering why I've bothered to black out the name of the shop: it is because of what happened next. I idly wondered what the food hygiene grade of the restaurant was, but I could not see the certificate anywhere. The longer it took me to spot the certificate, the more anxious I grew to find it. After a great deal of walking back and forth before the counter, I was finally able to spot it here:


That's right, it's on TOP of a bloody fridge, facing towards the wall. The side this photo is taken from is opposite the main entrance, which means I had to walk past the shop, and sort of nonchalantly stroll past the counter into blind alcove, and then stroll back. Furthermore, I don't know if you can see in the photo how dusty the sign was. I imagine that poor lonely D, languishing there in the corner, out of sight of all the world, collecting dust for weeks on end, until their next inspection.

The whole event was extremely amusing, as the effort of looking for the sign had such a magnificent payoff. In Internet-lingo, I'm not sure if this counts as a fail or a win, but I'm sure it's moderately epic, either way.