Meet Me at the Meat

It’s the last week of January. You’re sick of work (careful-don’t want to burn through those vacation days too early); there’s still one more weekend until the Super Bowl; the writer’s strike has made TV virtually unwatchable (turn off the Top Model—turn it off now); you’ve already abandoned your “eat organic” New Year’s resolution. What to do?

Luckily for you, this Sunday, January 27th begins the Holiday that Time Forgot™: Meat Week. For the next 8 glorious nights, you are cordially invited to feast like you’ve never feasted before. To eat more meat than you thought humanly possible. To bond with complete strangers over buckets of barbeque sauce and piles of pork. It’s here, it’s dirty, it’s delicious. And, unless you’re suffering from a massive post-Australia Day hangover this Sunday, there’s absolutely no excuse not to get your meat on.

If there are any doubters out there, you can see for yourself that Meat Week is Real.