Joe's Butchery

Won’t go back. He keeps customers waiting and then even asks me why we all come on weekends.

Hi boss i am from srilanka jude remember me

What a day. It was one of my worst experience to buy beef from Joe's Butchery at unit #01-111 at Tekka. This guy in the stall was so so rude. I will never even step to this stall again. I think he is from Phillippines. Horrible guy.

Good variety of meat from lamb and beef. There's also locally sourced meat. Friendly staff and well lit store.

I visit weekly and find the selection, price and freshness to be great. The team is particularly helpful and friendly - always willing to make sure you get the best cuts. I’ve even placed special orders and found the team wonderful and helpful.

Review on Joe’s Butchery Meat Loaf - 25-December-2020 Our taste buds having previously enamoured with Joe’s meat loaf, we requested and secured a chunky one for the family’s dinner get-together on Xmas night. In strict compliance with Joe’s instructions, approaching 6:30pm, the meat loaf was suitably prepared and nestled into the oven for its 90minute morphing sojourn into a culinary delight. Within half an hour the wafting fragrance permeated every corner of the home, that unique blend of Joe’s secret herbs and spices, justifiably assailing all senses and instinctively triggering memories of our last narcotic experience with this dish. As we approached the sentenced time period the meat loaf was declared sumptuously ready and honourably sliced amidst dripping juices on the carving board. Before the first bite, the visual senses having greedily eyed the morsel bypassed the nasal attempts of a truly royal majestic aroma and instantly punctured the brain heavily that the hand shook involuntarily from a micro-second narcotic effect. Fighting the blurring sensation, the tongue, already drowning in its own salivating desires, grabbed the visitor and in the next instant, the eyelids slid, all taste buds raced into hyperdrive and a shiver ran down the vertebrae signalling the brain had entered euphoria. The Angus Rib-Eye married to a consortium of herbs and spices, known only to the Wizard-Joe was succulent, buttery-smooth and so tender, tears welled up to share the intense joy as the fragrance danced around in a heady mist all around the diners. With such crafty benevolence had Joe impregnated the rib-eye’s marination that it almost left the category of meat and transcended into the likes of mousse. Needless to say dinner was silent as all retreated into individual heights of ecstasy and the only audible sounds were the occasional purrs that a feline hunter makes from the awesome bite.