Look, I’m not saying you should eat every raw pound of mystery meat you find. Please don’t. But when you get a perfectly fresh, premium cut of beef ground right in front of you? Don’t cook it. Not this time. Enjoy it in its purest, most primal form.
You might hate it. That’s fine—more for me. But you might also fall in love. It’s like raw oysters: you either get it, or you don’t. And if you get it, you’ll never look at a boring old burger the same way again. Now go find a good butcher. You know what to do.
