Many years ago when working as a state auditor in Fla., the Vietnamese restaurant I was auditing was suddenly shut down. The guys that did the shutdown asked if I wanted to see why so yeah...sure, and I was escorted to the back of the kitchen to the big walk in cooler. Hanging in there were a large number of cat & dog carcasses. All skinned and gutted, ready for cooking. They then showed me the menus, there were two of them...one in English which said nothing about the animals, the other in Vietnamese and that one did list various "cuisine" not familiar to me but the interpreter read it to me. Yup...you could get that special "meow mix" or "puppy chow."
A few weeks later I was auditing another local business and the girls came back from lunch, all of them talking about what they had. One said she had a chicken salad sandwich so one gal commented..."you hope it was chicken" in reference to the restaurant above. The gal immediately became ill just thinking about the possibility.
