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In a world hurtling towards its sustainable doom from the seemingly insurmountable rise of vegans and vegetarians, who is left to preserve the carnivorous human nature and consume potentially life threatening amounts of smoked meats?

Only us, the Brick Road Butchers.
Join us on our weekly adventures as we delve into the heart of the  underground Cleveland Deli-scene to combat our
arch-nemesis, Jenny Craig.


Sir Hoxton St.Louis-Rib

This past Christmas, I went to visit my wife at Nakatomi Plaza. Next thing you know, these german terrorists are trying to steal a bunch of bearer bonds and blow up the building to fake their deaths. So one by one, I start taking these guys out while simultaneously getting shards of glass lodged into my bare feet. Long story short, I end up throwing this guy named Hans out of the window while muttering snarky one-liners. Oh wait. I'm sorry. That was John McClane from Die Hard. I tend to confuse my life with his from time to time. I'm just a guy who likes to eat copious amount of meat.

SuperBrisket

Six months ago I thought brisket was the ceremony for newborn jewish boys, 8 days after birth...(I now know that is a bris). And then I walked through the doors of Mr. Brisket and my life was changed forever. My perfect day would be 18 holes of golf and a pastrami sandwich with swiss and thousand island dressing. 

Throughout my life, I have made many questionable decisions. The seasons of my life seem never ending, and sometimes it’s hard to group up in a world where people just don’t understand a small town boy from Pennsyltucky. Despite the hardships I have endured, there has remained one constant in my life: an insatiable thirst to fill all the girth I possess with savory smoked meats. When I am not wiping my face with a napkin in an attempt to scavenge every piece of barbeque sauce that lathers my cheeks due to my questionable eating habits, my other hobbies include playing golf shirtless and modeling cargo shorts.

 

 

 

 

 

Sir Edmund (Eddy)Meatsweats III

 I was born in Berkley, CA to a family of vegans who tried to force their herbivore lifestyle onto me. I was extremely conflicted between my duty to be with my family and my innate desire to feast on meat. So at the ripe age of 2 years old I said “YOU'RE NOT MY DAD” and left. I grew up on the hard streets of New York peddling smoked meats on a corner until fate brought me the Cleveland where I met Sir Hoxton and SuperBrisket. My interests are whiskey, meats, and older women.

The Burnt Ends Girthwich

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