• 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.