The meat-eater in me is having a 'beat my chest' proud moment again.
Came across a fabulous article on the urban grocer that listed the top five butchers - sorry, 'meat boutiques' - in the world.
Yay for Victor Churchill in Sydney that was rated #1
"In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a new rock star in the culinary world: the butcher. For years this trend has been on the rise as increasingly demanding foodies pass on the pre-boxed supermarket pork chops and look towards sustainable offal and locally-raised meats where they can indulge on everything from nose-to-tail."
When's the last time you actually went to the butcher for your meat rather than picking up a polystyrene tray wrapped in plastic from the supermarket?
It's actually a really rewarding experience - butchers are nice blokes! And they're so helpful. I don't know my shoulders from my fillets from my backstraps (sorry Dad - I've failed you as daughter of a meat wholesaler!) but ask the jolly old man over the counter and he'll be sure to point you in the right direction - complete with cooking instructions and ideas for great marinades or accompaniments.
Head to your local 'meat boutique' this Australia Day and like Sam, celebrate the tradition with Lamb . . . "it's fantastic!"
(Is it just me or are these Lamb ads getting more outrageous every year?! What will they think of next!?)