It’s steak night, baby. One of the first business relationships I made when I moved here was with the butcher (make no mistake, it’s a business relationship), and it’s paid dividends. I see so many clueless grocery store patrons talk down to the guys in the meat department and just shake my head. They’ll never get the under-the-table deal on the grass-fed ribeyes living life like that. The true measure of a man is how he treats his administrative staff and his butcher. Everybody knows that.
What are y’all doing? .
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