New neighborhood brings new delights, butchers, etc.

I just moved into my new apartment yesterday morning and having spent most of this morning elbowing old ladies out of my way at the Union Square Greenmarket and cursing the bohemoth of a line at the Trader Joe’s around that corner, I finally staggered back into Williamsburg only to find that I live near BUTCHERS.  REAL ACTUAL BUTCHERS.  People who UNDERSTAND AND CUT MEAT.  My GOD.  I nearly had an orgasm on Graham Avenue, my friends.  I’m not kidding at all.