a meat market, and not the good kind

Every morning, as I walk to the train, I pass a meat market. I should preface this with the fact that I'm not a vegetarian- I like steak and the rest of the commonly consumed game as much as the next gal... Before I have my coffee, though, the last thing I want to see is a reddish slab of uncooked meat. EW. And next to a pretty little coffee shop? That's just mean. Pumpkin muffins and bleeding prime rib? This does not evoke feelings of warmth. Epic fail.