Serendipity & the Butcher or Why I Love NY

An Ode to Moe, the Butcher.

I’m heading home, walking down Elizabeth St, it’s late and I have to pick up something to make for dinner. I’m dreading having to go to the Gougers Garage, when I spy a small Alabanese butcher store. The little bell tinkles as I open the door and step into a kinder, gentler, funnier world.

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