There was this takeaway place in Auckland a couple of years back which did these amazing flatbread things, full of beef cheek and polenta chips and dazzling sauces, and they never seemed to be busy, and were always a bit surprised by people actually ordering food. So the only possible explanation was that they were a front for some kind of drug operation, and it didn't make any money but that was okay, and the guys running it were high as fuck and making gorgeous food as a by-product of their money laundering. It only lasted six months.
That probably sounds a little far-fetched, but a few years before that, there was this one place in the suburb of Sandringham that sold the best barfi in the country, and then they closed down and we were sad about it, but then it turned out the people owning the shop were treating their workers like actual slaves, and got sent to jail for a hefty stretch, and thank God those workers got their justice, but boy, we do miss that barfi.
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