There was this decent little Italian restaurant near where I worked a few years ago that we frequented for lunch. Until one day we're sitting at a table with a direct line of sight into the kitchen and we saw the cook stick his hand into a pot of pasta to pull something out. Don't know what he pulled out of that pot. Don't care. Don't want to know. Haven't been back since
I went to one with some coworkers awhile back. It wasn't that great and a couple of the guys were a little queasy afterwards. But somebody must have liked it because he wanted to go back. Eventually he convinced the rest of us to give it another try.
When we got there, it was all locked up with a notice from the Health Department posted on the door.
It eventually opened back up, and that one guy wanted to go back. It wasn't a popular choice but one day we were like ok, let's do this. When we get there, it's locked up again with another notice from the Health Department