Which is bizarre because if they knew where that hamburger came from, they would gladly eat it.
I’m literally standing at the counter mulling over some prime 7 bone rib loins Trying to decide which one I wanted when from out of know where one of the meat cutters comes out and gathers every thing in the counter in front of me and starts hauling it to the cut room.... I screamed HEY!!!
He exclaims, not to worry, I’m bringing fresh out now. Well, what are you doing with that then? This will be ground up for our hamburger. I truly think I died that day.
Watched with my own two eyes as they slit the bags open and dumped them into the grinder, along with tenderloins and strip loins. All of which were prime cuts.