Eli S., Grade 8
A Metropolitan Amid a Jungle of Machinery
“Whrrr, bzzz, click,” the forklifts were whizzing by, too preoccupied to notice this oasis. The sounds of a factory couldn't be coming from but five feet away yet somehow a distinctive threshold of green plants separated the spotless restaurant. But how could this be? The idea in itself was preposterous. “It can't be done,” I thought, images of the madman who thought this up flashing in my head all the while. In the middle of this factory, this birthplace of automobiles, sat a flawlessly hygienic restaurant.
Before coming to the Tesla Factory in Fremont, California I had a set of expectations. I had mapped out what the factory would look like in my mind. I visualized a dark, dirty factory caked in dust and metal shaving. The workplace was dangerous and unsanitary. The eating space was unfit to even enter, much less to eat in. I suppose I was picturing what factories looked like right at the birth of the industrial revolution. In reality when I saw the restaurant I was blown away. There wasn't a speck of dust on the ground. The floors in the factory itself were clean enough to eat off .
The restaurant offered various dishes for free to the workers. They all looked delicious and well made. It was stunning that the factory could make one of the safest cars on the road, yet still have one of the cleanest restaurants I have ever seen. Hopefully next time I go to the factory, I will get to eat in the restaurant.