I used to live in Texas, studied there for a while, and often you'd see these t-shirts that said \"F... you, we're from Texas\". I hated those at the time; such an ostentatious stupid macho display of bravado. Yet now I get what they were saying: we're proud of our ultra-conservative gun-toting abortion opposing gay-bashing redneckdom. Ok, I still hate those t-shirts and what they stand for, but the point is, when you have something you love, and that's as good or better than anywhere else, and in the aforementioned categories Texas was as good or better than anywhere else, you flaunt it. Montreal, atten-shun! You have in Boucherie Lawrence an artisanal butcher named Marc - a former stock broker who said \"screw this, I'd rather kill and dismember animals\", and who studied at the great Fleisher's in NYC - one of the great butcher shops in the world. Where else on this island do you get, when you ask for ground beef, a guy who goes into the meat locker, pulls out a side of dry aged beef, and starts carving what will be your ground beef off the chuck, cutting out the seams, and then grinding it bespoke to your order? And where else do they also have homemade sausage, crispy pigs ear, homemade rillette and pate, great local produce, and in general beautiful locally sourced meat, also in a hyper-clean and inviting space, with attention to detail all-around? That's right - you'd have to go back to Fleisher's in NYC to find anything like this anywhere near close to Montreal. But why would you go there, when you can get it here? Exactly, because of a growing number of places like this that completely kick ass, we could now safely say, \"F... you, we're from Montreal\", but for thankfully very different reasons than those in Texas.