A million years ago when I used to work at Foodland my co-workers and I would go to the Chinese restaurant across the street on our lunch break.
The back delivery entrance faced us as we approached the restaurant and the owners let us pass through this entrance on our way to the dining area.
We actually pass through the heart of the kitchen and more often than not as we passed through we would see a raw butchered cow or hog half laying on the concrete floor.
The concrete floor was black with years of grease, grime, and of course, foot traffic. And no, there was no cardboard barrier or linen cloth to protect the meat.
But funny, it never stopped us from visiting again. We were young, broke, and the food was plentiful, cheap, and ono.