Cranshaw Butchers

Right from catching a glimpse of the orange and white tacky sign, I approached Cranshaw’s with caution, looking to purchase a shoulder of pork for a Sunday roast.
Upon entering the shop, this was no ordinary butchers. As well as the bog standard over counter service you’d normally expect from a butchers, they seem to have gone for the supermarket style displays of meat in chillers displayed around the shop, as well as a salad-​bar style exhibition of pre-​made ‘ready-​meals’, that were presumably meant to be a quick easy alternative to cooking anything yourself (which in my mind automatically defeats the objective of going to a butchers).
Instead of gasping at the vast ammount of meat they had for selection, I was rather disturbed by the lack of quality and was faced with mental images of torture and death. Staying too long in there could easily have turned me vegetarian.
I wish I could have something to say about the low prices etc, but I’m afraid Ic ouldn’t help but to make a swift exit and walk a few doors down to Tesco’s, whose meat section was far less daunting.