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!