Infused Ice Cream
I once inspected a high-end Thai restaurant in a popular part of town. After going downstairs to inspect the kitchen’s freezer, I find that they’d been storing pieces of pork beef and chicken in uncontained piles. They’d just been sitting on a piece of cardboard on the top shelf. Poking the carboard, my finger goes right through it because the juices from the meat had turned it to sludge. Looking at the self below, I see three buckets of ice cream with no lids. The ice cream had specks cardboard and raw meat liquid inside. I was physically sick.