Whew, this meat looks good, but I'm priced outta the store. Even the sausages have multiple zeros at the back of the price. I walk past almost every day and dream of entering the shop but nay, this is one of those meat shops (I deliberately avoid the word butcher as it insinuates a basic trade skill and equally attainable product) that caters to the emergent middle class family that gives a fuck about their spoilt brat children's well being. And good luck to them I say. There is, however, a lot to be said for the neighbourhood butcher shop that cooks up a wee barbie on Saturday arvos and pumps out bangers for under five bucks a kilo. Gone are those days however. Meat is now a luxury item and as soon as I offload that best seller, I'll be down to Belmore's in a flash to rig up the most fancy-arsed barbecue you've ever seen. No, wait... I'll no longer be living in Thornbury. Der... read more