Brian is competently eyeing the window display of the butchery. He hasn’t decided yet what’s going to be for dinner today but he has a sweet spot for lamb roast. “I am not as much of a meat eater as I used to be. I am a son of a butcher originally from Dunedin.” Brian comes for his family’s meat supply once a week to the butchery. He prefers it to the supermarkets because the pre-packaged meats under the foil can hide unpleasant surprises. At the butcher shop you see exactly what you get.