Behold: O glowing cooler of meat!
Strolling aimlessly after our recent dinner at Dallas's Local restaurant, I stumbled on the glowing storefront of Rudolph's Market. Two things stand out: the frozen-in-time nature (the counter, walls, decor that scream old-school-butcher-shop); secondly, I spy an enormous cooler of meet. Many cuts are represented from what I can tell through the slightly hazy glass of the front windows. I can only imagine the hanger steaks, head cheese, blood sausage and other goodies that surely lie within.
