That part about the unsanitary ice cream shop was actually a memory from years ago, though it wasn’t about ice cream. I once traveled to a Southeast Asian country, and a friend suggested we try a burger joint. Before we went, my friend said, 'If you want to truly enjoy the food, avoid looking at the kitchen and just ignore the hygiene standards. If you follow my advice, it’ll be the best burger of your life.'
The kitchen didn’t have walls and was located in the corner of the restaurant, making it easy for everyone to see how the food was prepared. They called it the Kiwi Burger. Surprisingly, I still haven’t had a burger as delicious as that one, although I’d rather not think about the filthy kitchen or the cook who occasionally flicked cigarette ash into the pan where the burgers were frying.