The Thousands

Welcome to an odyssey of raw flesh. Hello handsome steak. Herbivores cease reading here.

Externally, their aromaway (a secret pipe) seduces you in through the nose. Once you pull the sausage-shaped door handles, new air welcomes you in. To the left a barrage of surveillance cameras eye a singular glass capsule which houses a weekly curosity. Today it’s the rarest oil in the world – Argan oil from the Atlas Mountains in Morocco.

To the right you will find the sausage equivalent of the Hermes Birkin Bag – a cognac cured pork rod. His neighbour? A leg of drunk haute couture Wagyu. $159.99. Put it in your Birkin, like a pet.**From there, peruse refrigerated rooms where aproned men tear muscle from the bone with a sword (knife). Cured hams will parade on suspended conveyer belts before your eyes.

Fusing Vic from Vic’s Meats and Victor Churchill, the original owner of the estabishment since 1876, the new face is an epic and well rounded museum of meat.