Anyway I wouldn't say don't eat anything in China (although I personally have little interest in its urban areas), but I'd definitely avoid street food and seriously cheap restaurants, and ask locals about the reputation of even more upscale restaurants.
I've been involved in food service long enough to know that even the places that look impeccable in both the front and back of house are not immune to pests and other things that'll make you squirm. True story: A buddy of mine was supervising the grand opening of a bagel joint in NYC, and he was walking the health inspector through the kitchen when a rat scurried by. The health inspector didn't even flinch- it's accepted that EVERY restaurant in NYC has rats, but that's not why he was shut down. It was because one of the kitchen hands killed the rat by stomping on it, threw it in the garbage with his bare hands, then went right back to kneading the dough
without even washing up.
And this is the US we're talking about. I'd be very reluctant to eat anything in China, without some sort of local guidance. Just look at this picture of the kitchen block from the world-famous
Jumbo Kingdom floating restaurant complex in Hong Kong. How many codes would be busted if these guys were held to US standards?
Quick tip: Always check the HVAC vents when you walk into a restaurant. If they go through the trouble of keeping those clean, you can probably count on the rest of the place being up to standard. If they're caked in dust, grime, and lint? RUN.
Agreed, but he's definitely not a power bottom, that would imply him putting in some work and being actively engaged etc as opposed to the passive, lazy, sack of crap he is.
Just get on, while he lay motionless. You can tell he came when the gunt stops moving.
Are you guys fucking blind? You're not picking up on the obvious signals he's sending.
It couldn't be more clear that Jack is an aficionado of
receiving extremely rough, violent, to-the-elbow punch fisting. He probably does his routine of covering his mouth and giggling while he expels the air and lube that gets packed in over the course of the heavenly sesh, sounding like a middle school brass band. Such is followed by half of his rectum spilling out in some sort of ungodly prolapsing action. Probably doesn't even resemble a rosebud at that point, but that doesn't stop him from calling it that while begging his liaisons to perform oral on the reddish-boysenberry, fleshy mess.
Twenty plus years ago I worked at a sports bar known for their chicken wings and the fryer oil was filtered no more than two consecutive nights, and the third night was replaced. In addition the fryers were boiled out with a mix of water and degreaser, and cleaned spotlessly every night.
Then the next line cook job I had my kitchen manager would always say "Don't worry about it..." when I'd volunteer to change the oil and deep clean the fryers because it was was getting nasty. He'd drain and replace it once a month when he came in to prep in the morning, I don't think he ever asked me to do anything more than wipe down the exterior. Guess which place is still in business?
Since this is clown world and bad things happen to good people, I'm going to guess that the latter is still around, while the former is closed. Knowing how it usually goes, the owner probably got into a shitload of debt before losing the business and hanging himself.
