How bizarre that a meat market filled with blood and guts is the least nauseating thing about the meatpacking district these days, but as Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York points out, there is indeed one last joint “where meat can still be found swinging on hooks.” It’s the Weichsel Beef plant on West Street between Gansevoort and Horatio. They’ve been around for over 70 years, and probably not too many more. On the other end of the spectrum, the story looks down the street at a “mom-and-pop”-on-steroids space called Bakehouse bistro, opening soon, and a high-end restaurant lease yet to be claimed, to complement the new Whitney Museum. [Vanishing NY]
Visit the MePa butcher before it’s too late.