Saturday, January 10, 2009
Greulich's Market - Guilderland, NY
I have been doing a lot of strenuous exercise lately and my whole body is pretty much a massive ball of torn muscle fiber. I believe that this is the reason why I awoke this morning craving bloody red meat. Either my body is craving protein to repair itself or I am turning werewolf (the moon was full last night, no?).
I am always loathe to purchase meat from a supermarket, so I decided to make a trip down the road to Greulich's Market in my hometown of Guilderland. Greulich's is pretty much an institution among the somewhat stodgy folk of Guilderland and I am a frequent customer. The real draw for me is the solid butcher, although there is a fairly good selection of groceries, baked goods, and produce. In fact, you probably could safely do most of your weekly shopping at Greulich's. I especially love the giant cow sculpture adorning the market's roof. The story about how one day someone stole the cow and subjected it to unknown high jinx is the stuff of Guilderland lore and legend.
Upon entering you are greeted by a poster delivering an obvious jab directed at super market butchery-
On your way to the butcher counter you will pass the quaint and folksy selection of baked goods that the market offers, I recommend the black and white cookies-
It appears that the good folks at Greulich's have linked up with some spice distributor and are now peddling their own "house" brand of herbs and spices. This makes me raise an eyebrow, Greulich's should stick to what they are good at (namely, meat) and resist the urge to slap their venerable name on some cut rate spices to be sold at inflated prices. Here is one of these travesties, displayed in front of the lovely wifes 9 months pregnant belly-
Notice that these are imitation bacon bits. I think I heard the small voice of my soon to be born daughter from within the wife's belly saying something like, "Fake Bacon? What is that shit?" Fake bacon in a venerable house of meats is never excusable.
In the back of the store you are presented with the spacious and sparkling clean display of butcher's delights in Greulich's lengthy cold case. I was only able to capture a mere section of it in the following picture. Behold the meaty beauty-
I am a weirdo and get a kick out of old timey industrial design and this lovely 40s/50s Viking display fridge is tantamount to high art in my opinion.
Something I always found interesting about Greulich's is the meat plans they offer.
These are family plans that each involve various selections of pork, beef, and chicken packaged, portioned, and made ready for pickup on a weekly basis. This is a great idea for those who have large and ravenous families along with the time and thrifty nature to plan their meals in advance. If you break these plans down by what you get, they are also a pretty darn good deal. Much cheaper than what you would pay item by item at the local Hannaford's or P-Chops.
I was craving a steak so I chose a lovely 1 pound plus porterhouse at something like 6.99 a pound. Even though this steak would probably have sated my beefy desires, I decided to pick up some of Greulich's sandwich steaks. Me and my wife are big fans of these, they are pretty much like fresh steakums. The wife, being a good Italian lass, enjoys a good potato and pepper sandwich. Once in a while the addition of some fried sandwich steaks pleases her. I like them with some fried onion on white bread.
There are few things as pleasing to the eye as fresh meat, wrapped lovingly in butcher's paper, and fastened with masking tape.
Here are the sandwich steaks-
This is the lovely porterhouse-
I purchased a wedge of Danish Bleu to broil to a goodly brown on top of the steak and I think I will be having quite the nice meal this snowy evening. I really encourage any readers who are Capital Region locals and have a spare minute to go give this place a try. I think you will find it charming as I do, in fact, today I was grinning ear to ear when I overheard an old gentlemen (red/black checkered flannel, jeans, suspenders, tractor hat) ordering a pound of Tobin's First Prize bologna (the poor old codger probably didn't even know that our own Tobin's was bought out some time ago by the John Morrell meat conglomerate) and fully pronouncing the g in bologna, as in "bo-log-na."