Horrified Tesco shopper ‘bit into live cockroach' in meal deal sandwich
A Tesco customer was horrified to bite into a 'live cockroach' in his meal deal sandwich.
Adil Vasaya, 41, from Bolton, Greater Manchester purchased the chicken tikka sandwich along with a drink and a bag of crisps at the Preston superstore last Saturday.
But as he was tucking into his lunch, the post office manager felt something moving around his mouth.
Initially believing it to be a spice such as a piece of a cinnamon stick, Adif realised it was live insect.
'As I put it down I saw legs come out and it started moving, it just freaked me out,' he said.
Adil continued: 'For the first four days after, I couldn't even eat – I couldn't even face putting anything in my mouth.
'It literally traumatised me that much, for the first four days I just didn't feel like eating at all.'
After returning the contaminated sandwich to the store he was given a refund of £1.76 – the cost of the lunchtime snack minus the meal deal discount. More Trending
Tesco said it was investigating the source of the cockroach, while insisting that no issues had been reported with its supply chain.
A spokesperson for the supermarket giant said: 'We're sorry to hear about this.
'We work closely with our suppliers to ensure there are robust quality procedures in place, and sandwiches are thoroughly checked throughout the production process.
'In a situation like this, we always ask that the customer returns the product to store for a full refund and so our team can fully investigate the potential cause.'
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To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video A Tesco customer was horrified to bite into a 'live cockroach' in his meal deal sandwich. Adil Vasaya, 41, from Bolton, Greater Manchester purchased the chicken tikka sandwich along with a drink and a bag of crisps at the Preston superstore last Saturday. But as he was tucking into his lunch, the post office manager felt something moving around his mouth. Initially believing it to be a spice such as a piece of a cinnamon stick, Adif realised it was live insect. 'As I put it down I saw legs come out and it started moving, it just freaked me out,' he said. Adil continued: 'For the first four days after, I couldn't even eat – I couldn't even face putting anything in my mouth. 'It literally traumatised me that much, for the first four days I just didn't feel like eating at all.' After returning the contaminated sandwich to the store he was given a refund of £1.76 – the cost of the lunchtime snack minus the meal deal discount. More Trending Tesco said it was investigating the source of the cockroach, while insisting that no issues had been reported with its supply chain. A spokesperson for the supermarket giant said: 'We're sorry to hear about this. 'We work closely with our suppliers to ensure there are robust quality procedures in place, and sandwiches are thoroughly checked throughout the production process. 'In a situation like this, we always ask that the customer returns the product to store for a full refund and so our team can fully investigate the potential cause.' Get in touch with our news team by emailing us at webnews@ For more stories like this, check our news page. MORE: Forget about Prosecco — drink this £6.97 sparkling wine from Asda instead MORE: Supermarket own-brand ketchup voted just as good as Heinz — and it's 70% cheaper MORE: Iconic 90s product back on supermarket shelves after 10 years away
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