THERE can’t be many stranger places to eat a venison carpaccio than a prison.
While I tucked into my thinly-sliced Bambi, I was surrounded by panic alarms, metal bars – and inmates.
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After showing ID and going through airport-style security, diners are led en masse to the old governor’s…
I ate in restaurant hidden inside a ‘celebrity’ PRISON staffed by lags… bright green panic buttons decorated the walls …C0NTINUE READING >>>>