The disgusting world of kebabs

I know, giving all kebab's a bad name would be wrong, so let me first quantify my title by stating this is actually about the one I live next door to.

So we all know that kebabs tend to taste the best after a few beers, and you would be right, the good old doner that leaves your mouth feeling like you have chewed on a slab of lard does have it's place in the world. We have a whole world of lovely kebabs to choose from like kofte, sestali and the good old shish but really if you saw what was happening you might think twice.

So I can talk first hand here since I live next to a kebab house and see some of what goes on in the back of the shop.

Lets start on their waste management, the big council trade waste bin, you know the ones, normally overflowing, but not our kebab houses one, the reason is simple, the kitchen hands climb in the bin and jump up and down to squeeze it all in then walk back into the kitchen can carry on preparing and making your food.

The next little special gem we have from our kebab house is their drainage, it's pretty normal that when you live a parade of shop that have food premises that the drains will get blocked. Now being in a flat it doesn't really affect me in doors but the manhole cover is in garden, so I know when it is blocked..... the problem for the kebab shop, they never report it, so they can have blocked toliets, sinks and wash basins for days.... corr hygiene who needs it ay! That's without the broken manhole cover in their garden that is a little rat warren, harvesting a full family of the little vermin's.... Doner Kebab anyone!

And lastly not that I want to put you off forever, but trust me I haven't eaten from a takeaway kebab for many many years, let's take a look at their dish clothes... strung out over their back fence drying out in the sun with all the flies laying their little poo dropping all over them, and yes the colour of their dish clothes do match these ones in this picture.... disgusting!

So being that you are normally drunk when you have a nice doner (maybe they should be named donor kebab as you may require a donor for some organ replacement after you nearly die from the sickness you will have) you won't think about this, but if you are sober, send a minute to take a walk around the back and see what is going on, see if they transport the food from the storage room at the end of the garden in a old dirty trolley or if the kitchen hand are laying on the dirt garden sunning themselves!