HiveComb

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.