A NYC butcher. A bartender of meat, not booze. A large, muscled, long haired, tattooed, biker type. Conversations with meatjockey are filled with double entendre and innuendo. Like a bartender, he makes you feel good about yourself.
Girlfriend 1: I think I'm going to go to meatjockey and get some steaks for tonight.
Girlfriend 2: Just go to the supermarket, no?
Girlfriend 1: No way! I go to meatjockey. The steaks are amazing and he makes me feel all hot and bothered and good about myself. It's worth the money!