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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Tri Tip in NYC Tracking down the elusive Tri-Tip steak in NYC has not been easy. It’s just not an east coast cut. We could learn a thing or two from our west coast friends. Amazing, but true.

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  Normally before we head up to the Utah mountains for skiing, I go to the butcher and get a load of meat to bring out here. Skiers eat meat.  Other people pack skis and boots; we pack quail and pork ribs. This year, time got away from me and we came to Snowbird empty…

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Say it isn’t so. It’s bad enough that celebrity chefs have become entertainers instead of cooks, now we have a new macho breed of butchers? Look, I’ve been the butcher’s friend and advocate for years. I believe in a good butcher, I revere a good butcher, but please, don’t make him a rock star. HOWEVER,…

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When I need a something special, I head over to Jeffrey’s Meat Market shop at the Essex Street Market on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. I knew the whole weekend was going to be special, as we had very honored guests coming who really know their food and wine. One of our guests, a…

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