I was hesitant to purchase meat after I saw the state of the local butcher shops here.
The cages with live chicken are stacked at the entrance to the shop.
I experienced the meaning of the wide spread marketing slogan in the west:
From farm to the table.
Trust me; it couldn't be fresher than that.
The chicken was delicious, tho. And no visit to ER. Still alive and kicking.
After almost three weeks I find the courage to enter the shop with red meat.
Pick your piece. That simple. Same price. 10 Euro per kg.
Unfortunately file minion was already gone, and I didn't dare to ask if they have pork.
Wooden chopping block.
Wooden ceiling, and even wooden refrigerator.
European health inspectors would have a field day, no doubt.
I grabbed two giant thick steaks.
After all, we only live once and beside that I have travel insurance.
The steaks were amazing,my friends.