OK, confession is good for the soul, so I'll start by admitting up front that it's my own dumb fault. Like my dear, sweet wife told me, "What do you expect when you buy meat out the back of some guy's truck in a parking lot?" But the truck was emblazoned with "Butcher's Choice, " the "salesman" (who said his name was Curtis) had what he said was a company ID card hanging from his neck and was an engaging, fast talking, friendly dude with an entertaining, rapid-fire sales pitch. Admission number two: I'm a sucker for a winning smile, a friendly manner and a good stchick.
After being hustled in the parking lot, I at first declined this culinary opportunity. But Curtis must have smelled sucker from the git-go and continued to chat me up as he lowered his absurdly high initial price. Finally, I relented, buying a box of eight "filets, " a box of eight "flat iron steaks" and a box of "pure ground sirloin" patties for a mere $100 (yes, you read right). YIKES! What was I thinking?
After attempting in vain last night to choke down one of the "filets, " my worst fears — and those of my bride — were confirmed. Not exactly sure what this stuff is I was sold, but it's better suited for a saddle than it is for a dinner plate. It looks like beef, but it chews like rope. Rope, however, has more flavor. My wife and I are afraid to try the "flat iron steaks" as we're convinced the experience will be more iron than steak.
BTW, when I dialed Butcher's Choice of Baltimore phone number (which lists a Baltimore exchange), someone in Michigan picked up. Apparently, all Butcher's Choice of Baltimore calls (and I suspect there are many, many of them) are forwarded to this "corporate" location in Michigan.in case you're wondering, Butcher's Choice policy is "No Cash Refunds." Why are we not surprised?
Just thought meat lovers everywhere could perhaps benefit from my experience — and stupidity! Bon appetit...
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