Why bother! Restaurants are supposed to be a fun relaxing experience. We should not be held accountable to anything more than serving safely prepared food. Restaurants, Chefs, Cooks, Managers, Food and Beverage Directors, no one for that matter that have any say in what appears on a menu...are responsible for what you choose to eat. If we choose to menu foods that are high in fat, too laden with sugar or processed to the point of unrecognizability, then that is our problem. As our guest, you have the right and the ability not to order it. In fact, if you really don't like the fact that we serve abused veal, liver from force fed geese, potatoes fried in trans-fats and beverages loaded with high fructose corn syrup...then don't walk through the front door. Please don't think you need to legislate against bad behaviors like that. The market will take care of it all by itself. If no-one orders them...we won't sell them. It's really that simple.
The trans-fat debacle is not a unique case. It's really nothing more than 19th century science seeking a solution for the common good but instead, creating a 21st century monster. Mankind has had many missteps like this on its path of culinary discovery. The hallucinations and destructive behaviors of the witch hunts and inquisition have been traced to a naturally occurring bread mold. A mold that was related to a later 20th century discovery turning it into the super drug known as penicillin. It wasn't until late in the 17th century that a clever physician discovered that it was the lead in drinking vessels that were routinely killing nobleman and peasant alike. He noticed that sober monks were healthier than their wine sotted brothers who all seemed to develop a similar case of cholic, a symptom of lead poisoning. At the dawn of the industrial revolution, canning foods was a gamble before pasteurization was fully understood and widely practiced. Early canned food was just as likely to kill you as nourish you. As an organized life form on this planet, we've made it passed these plus countless other comestible pitfalls on the way to our current culture. And each of these were settled by the marketplace and not a well meaning legislature.
What line do we cross when politics invade the kitchen?