Speedys Weblogs  Feb.2003

My New York adventures

the meat market

so i go to the meat market for some chicken, not ever knowing what I was going to experience...I went through the door of the market and it had plastic strips & immediately to my right hanging on hooks the size of my arm, were big hunks of meat the size of me split open...to my horror & shock, I was in, my mouth fell open, and my eyes bugged out, & I covered my mouth & proceeded to go to the back of the store, to hope that maybe the chicken would be there....out in front of me now, was the butcher with his white jacket on stained in red, & he said "Can I help you?" I answered "No, thank you, I am from Ct and never saw anything like this before!" The butcher smiled, with one tooth out and one gold tooth and went back to chopping some beef...and yes, I did find chicken at a wonderful price, because I think they maybe slaughter the chicken close by..so I bought some at a cheap price, went back to my ny home, cooked it and it was like I never tasted before! Fresh chicken! Not frozen, (what i was used to...)