Also DY: haven’t you ever read a dan l’af zchus story where the guy is fressing chazer and also tells you he doesn’t have an ulcer and he isn’t starving to death and his doctor said he’d better stay away from chazer, and there’s nobody who told him he’d better eat it or he’s dead?
Is this the one you’re talking about?:
Rabbi Goldberg sees Yankel in shul, and tells him, “Yankel, we have to talk”.
“What is it, Rabbi”?
“I saw you eating in a treif restaurant yesterday”.
“Rabbi, you’ve got to be dan me l’kaf z’chus, like you always talk about in your drashos”.
“Yankel, I wish I could, but I saw the whole thing. I saw you walk in, I saw it was a treif restaurant. I checked the menu; they sell all sorts of treif things like chazzer, shellfish, cholov stam, and Twizzlers without a sticker. I saw you order chazzer roast, I saw you eating it, and I saw you paying for it with your American Express card which you use every year to donate money to the shul on Small Business Saturday. So tell me Yankel, how can I possibly be dan you l’kaf z’chus?”
“Easily”, says Yankel, “the whole thing was under rabbinical supervision!”