When Frank Castronovo and Frank Falcinelli finally open the main dining room of Prime Meats, their excellent little barroom in Carroll Gardens.
This is a Brazilian churrascaria, a place where waiters circle the dining room brandishing skewers of meat.
The consensus – outside of vested interests – is that there is room for meat and dairy in sustainable diets.
They were the joys of period deprivation, of frosted nights in Cambridge rooms, of whale meat and powdered eggs — the comically awful ingredients of a serious sacrifice, from which Britain, forever knotted in the tangle of duty and discomfort, has never quite recovered.
There's not enough room for large amounts of meat to keep a comfortable distance from the high direct heat of the gas flames or coals.
As proof of her resourcefulness, Ms. Allen opened the freezer of the trailer's compact refrigerator where, to make room for bargain packs of meat from the supermarket, she had removed the shelves.
All the time, effort and money you spend to keep her out of trouble, looking nice and behaving somewhat appropriately while holding back the urge to lock her in a room and slip pieces of meat under the door until you let her out when she's 21 is spent for one reason: to find that one lucky man who will whisk her away.
Just to the right of my desk, along a shelf running the length of the room, is the meat of my collection of cartoon anthologies, arranged alphabetically.
Failing to bring a cut of meat to room temperature may result in an uncooked center and burned exterior.
I counted three, then jerked the door back just enough to get my arm and the dangle of meat into the room even as the cat exploded against the doorframe and the meat vanished.
