We quit eating at the downtown Chinese place after reading the health inspector found cats in the freezer...
Back in the Seventies I worked summers between college terms at a newspaper as a proofreader and then in preparing layouts for the printers. The shift was from about 4 pm to 1 am and we frequently bopped next door to the Chinese restaurant for dinner. One late night I was out back in the common alley and saw a large barrel outside the restaurant back door labeled “Horse meat—not fit for human consumption”. Last time I ate there.