Rabbinic Supervision

A rabbi was walking down the street when he saw Benny, a member of his synagogue, entering a non-kosher restaurant. Puzzled, he went closer to the restaurant and peeked in the window.

"Perhaps he's just going in to ask for directions or use the toilet," the rabbi thought. But sure enough, he watched as Benny was escorted to a table.

"Maybe he is just there to meet someone. He probably won't order anything to eat." But sure enough, the waiter came, and the rabbi could see Benny pointing vigorously at a menu item.

"Surely he just ordered the fish," the rabbi thought. But much to the rabbi's horror, the waiter brought Benny a steaming plate of pork chops. He watched in despair as Benny ate them with glee.

After Benny paid his bill and exited the restaurant, the rabbi took him aside.

"Benny, I watched you go into that restaurant," the rabbi said.

"That's nice," said Benny.

"I watched you sit down and order your food," the rabbi said, his tone a bit elevated.

"Yes," Benny replied.

"Benny, I watched you as the waiter brought you a plate of pork chops, I saw you eating them!" the rabbi exclaimed.

"I'm happy to hear that, rabbi," Benny nodded.

"Pork is not kosher!" the rabbi shouted. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

"What's the big problem?" Benny replied. "Everything was done under strict rabbinic supervision."