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.Read More
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.Read More
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…Read More
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,…Read More
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…Read More