I remember when skirt steak was considered "garbage meat" and cost pennies. Now it costs more than my first car. This hoodie is a collective scream into the void about the absolute insanity of the meat aisle. It’s for the pitmaster who walks past the Prime grade, sheds a single frozen tear, and buys the Choice because he has kids to put through college.
Ideal for shivering by the grill while calculating how much money is currently rendering on the grates. The perfect dad gift for the guy who complains about grocery prices.
