Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Little Shop Of Horrors

Last weekend, my sister-in-law needed to go to the market with her mother-in-law and I drove them out. The interesting thing about this outing was the fact that we visited an illegal butcher.

Here is the exterior of the shop. There isn’t a signboard or anything that could possibly betray what’s going on inside. Even the shutters are closed with only a little gap to let people in.

Upon entering the door, another partition hides what’s actually inside. I can’t read Chinese so I have no idea what that notice says.

Behind the partition is a long queue of people lining up for fresh meat at the back of the shop. The butcher here has really good meat, and is skilled at slicing it up.

Apparently due to racist policies and corruption in the City Council, this butcher was unable to obtain a license (short of paying a huge bribe). So he decided to rent a shop lot and just run it without too much fanfare (or a license).

[disclaimer: this is what I heard from a nosy customer]

Fresh pork for sale

Another way to read into it… a licence is needed to ensure the pork is from a reliable and traceable farm. Without one, who knows whether these pigs is safe to eat. There are cases of sick pigs been sold…where do they end up?

eww man sounds kinda gross. Like you get bad drugs from the illegal dealers but hospital grade stuff from your doctor. So ditto to what Zodiac said