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BAMBI’S REVENGE:

Louisiana Chinese Spot Caught Dressing Up Roadkill in the Freezer

Because nothing says “Authentic Cuisine” like a deer that just lost a fight with a Ford F-150.

PINEVILLE, LA — Look, we’ve all been there. Inflation is high, grocery prices are a joke, and sometimes you’re driving down the Cottingham Expressway and see thirty pounds of free venison just lying there, courtesy of a Peterbilt. But usually, when normal people find roadkill, they don’t drag it into a commercial kitchen and stick it in the freezer next to the General Tso’s.

Welcome to China Queen in Pineville, where the “Catch of the Day” apparently involved a hood ornament and a lack of brakes.

The fun started when a viral video surfaced showing some enterprising individuals skinning a deer behind the restaurant. Naturally, the locals—who usually prefer their meat without tire treads—called the cops. When the Pineville PD arrived, they didn’t just find a messy backyard; they found a full-blown deer carcass chilling in the freezer right next to food intended for actual, paying human customers.

The restaurant’s defense? The classic “It’s not for the customers, it’s for us!” move. On a note posted to their door, they claimed the item was “improperly stored” and “never intended to be served.” Right. Because when I’m running a professional kitchen, I always keep my “accidental highway debris” in the same sub-zero box as the spring rolls. It’s called seasoning by proximity, folks. Look it up.

State health officials and Wildlife and Fisheries are currently crawling all over the place, probably trying to figure out if the “Special Fried Rice” was about to get a lot more gamey. The restaurant says they’ve sanitized everything, but let’s be real: once you’ve found a flat Bambi in the walk-in, that “B” health rating starts looking like a participation trophy.

Honestly, in a world where we’re all eating microplastics and whatever “pink slime” is left in the nuggets, maybe a 100% organic, asphalt-aged buck is the high-protein future we deserve. Or maybe, just maybe, don’t eat at a place where the chef’s primary supplier is the Department of Transportation.

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