You need a butcher more than a barber, why do you have the second and not the first?
I know you buy your meat at some grocery store where the butcher is a faceless Mexican
in a back room who’s retirement plan is to cut his thumb off in the ban saw. We all do. And occasionally that’s OK. But it’s a really smart move to find yourself a butcher, a real honest to God, old school butcher. Or at least a grocery store with a meat counter where you can talk to a guy instead of isles upon isles of heartless prepackaged carcass(prepackaged hearts not withstanding).
There are a few reasons for this, first the butcher is one of the original man’s men. Remember the Brady Bunch? Was Sam the butcher some sap who married a twat and took in her 3 whining, gabbing, menstruating daughters? No, he banged the maid and sent her home when he was done with her. All she got was a few free pounds of meat and a lot of double entendres. That and being up to your wrists in dead animals all day is petty much the definition of manly
Second, he knows more than you do and you can ask him questions with out shame. You can’t ask some teenager in an apron what the difference between flank and skirt steak is while he’s trying to price the Rice-A-Roni. The butcher is one of the few men you’re expected to ask questions of and it’s not an admission of weakness or idiocy. In the olden days he would be a tribal elder. The elder who always smelled of blood and entrails.
Finally, if you know your butcher he’s gonna give you better stuff. Everybody likes someone who’s interested in their job, the butcher is no exception. So when you asking him to cut you some 2 inch thick pork chops, he’s not annoyed that you don’t want what’s on the counter. He’s glad to have a customer so interested that he knows exactly what he wants. That means he’ll choose better cuts for you, maybe give you an extra half pound for free.
So next time you’re thinking of grilling a steak, find a butcher nearby and ask him what he recommends. He’ll give you his best stuff, best info and you just may make a blood splattered friend. Who’s not a serial killer.
Hopefully.
Tags: butcher, Making Friends, meat
May 19th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
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