Meat Eaters

While we were up on the plateaus in the little town on Monday we decided to grab a quick bite to eat.  For such a small town, there is a disproportionate amount of butchers.  (After dinner we found out why when we drove through the countryside and realized that it is a great place to raise animals.)  Each of the butchershops was also a little restaurant.  So we ducked into one to taste the local specialties.

Yall, this place was for real.  It was a no thrills place where you could hear the butcher processing the meat and even cutting it down to the servings that arrived at our table shortly after!  If we had sat downstairs we could have watched the whole process- the circle of life!  Ha!

We had lambchops, little beef patties, and water... and that was it!  NO sides, no Cokes, nothing.  This was a very focused business!  Ha!

Carnivore selfie!

Weighing the meat

Justin and Noah were talking with the old man at the cash register about the different currencies he had under the glass.
That huge tree stump was where the chopping and pounding were done.

They had decorated with all sorts of cowbells (which folks still use here to find their cow).
To the far right is the huge wood-fire grill where they cooked the meat.  YUM!