Just posting this for fun. I eat meat, but even this butcher window gives me the willies. Pig toes? Baby goats? Eeesh! Gotta hand it to them, though, for flying their true colors. They're butchers, and no two ways about it.
The original, running Jeremiad on the vestiges of Old New York as they are steamrolled under or threatened by the currently ruthless real estate market and the City Fathers' disregard for Gotham's historical and cultural fabric. Est. January 2006. Contact Me
I have lived in New York City since 1988 and earn my bread as a writer. I began this blog in January 2006. Beyond that, don't be so nosy.
"I am not a pessimist; to perceive evil where it exists is, in my opinion, a form of optimism."