"Where YOUR Meat Is OUR Business"
Family Business
The only USDA rating here is U Scream, Darn Awesome.
Welcome back to Blood Moon Meat Market, where the motto is, "If it moves, we can smoke it." Run by Annie Dickoldoo and her gloriously disturbing kin, this meat market is half slaughterhouse, half outlaw and swamp rock concert, and 100% trauma. Think of it as a honky-tonk horror show with a splash of blood and sprinkle of
"did that pig just wink at me?"
The Dickoldoos converted their old pig farm into a fine dining nightmare when the animals disappeared and the neighbors got nosy--literally. Now they serve up guest meat under strings of bare bulb and bootleg moonshine.
Try the brisket. Don't ask what it used to be.
Annie Dickoldoo
Matriarch, chainsaw queen, and three-time winner of the "Wettest Apron in West Cummings County." She claims to be the seventh daughter of a seventh cousin twice removed...and it shows. Annie's got a heart of gold and a tongue like a rusty sawblade. She'll greet you with a smile, offer you a sample, then holler, "Git in the grinder, sweetpea!" and hit the gas on her meat cart. She believes in hospitality, loud music, and marinating with tears.
Annie's meat is always 'farm fresh,' even if that farm's more like a ditch.
The Curse
The Dickoldoos drank the water. They bathed in it. They brewed beer with it. And somehow...they thrived! If anything, the curse just amplified what was already there: a deep love of butchering, dancing, and makin' meat magic. Bleakmore himself visits now and then. Annie calls him her "slimy sugarhook." We don't ask questions. We just mop up the floor.
Blood Moon Meat Market: It's not cannibalism if you clap on the beat.