Leaving Germany for the land of opportunity. That's Mom and the little Butcher. Mom always brought me to the market. She tells me she was the first to train me in the art of meat selection. Her name is Frieda, should you ever get her on the phone. She is the one with the heavy German accent.

That's Billy out in front of what I called the university. I used to call him Sam Breakstone. He sure taught me the work ethic. On trips to the Wholesale markets I was taught to select the finest hanging beef and freshest veal. I always thought he just needed me to carry the product to the truck, but that's the way an Apprenticeship was in 1972.

There were some benefits back in then.  Here we are getting ready to go to Yale Bowl. (The Giants were playing there that year.) That's Mike, Billy's brother, to the left. He was the one who taught me the meaning of production. That's me to the right, some head of hair.

Since 1985 I have been helping restaurants and families get the finest meats and provisions that are in the market place today. All delivered with my 100% guarantee. Try an order. You will see what I mean.

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