I watched with excitement as the beautiful cut of lean beef disappeared in the top opening of the grinder, just to soon start to reappear in the form of tiny meat snakes from the holes at the bottom and fall right into the Butcher’s plastic glove covered hands. He turned and showed the product to me, holding it in both palms, and asked if he should go through it with the grinder one more time. ‘Hell yeah, you should!’ He ground the meat once more ensuring maximum fineness and slid this beautiful big ball of protein into a nylon bag to weigh it. 800 grams exactly. This is gonna be truly epic, I thought. After all, what other food suits real men better than raw meat?