Another city boy who knows sweet FA about producing beef.
Not all of us city boys are clueless about our food.

The Angus steer on the right is Murray, being held by the lad who lovingly raised him like a pet, knowing full well that he was destined for slaughter. He was reserve grand champion at the prestigious Royal Winter Fair a few years back.
The guy with the glasses, second from right, is my local neighborhood butcher in downtown Toronto. He sources his meat from small, humane producers like the happy family in the rest of the picture. Happy meat is good meat. Of course it's free of artificial hormones and unnecessary antibiotics.
Murray was raised on forage and silage and finished with barley. Needless to say he was harvested humanely, locally.
I was lucky to get a couple of steaks from the front part of his rib section (with large spinalis dorsi muscles), plus a couple of flat irons (infraspinatus muscles). While we were enjoying him we had his picture up on the 55" display and toasted him, thanked him, and complimented him on his fine flavor and texture. He was delicious.
disgusting. you meat lovers are fucking psychos.