- Grinning lobe-to-lobe, the huge Hungarian
- butcher stands proud and strong behind his
- meat counter. Freshly shaven, his face frames a
- welcoming smile as well as the scars of a
- lifetime passed. His butcher-whites are stained
- with the day's business. Arms crossed, one
- hand tightly grips a shiny twelve-inch cleaver.
- A small sign on the counter reads, "Sorry!
- No Brisket Today." PICTURE IT.