Grass Fed Ribeye Steak
The richest steak on the counter.
- Pack
- 1 steak · 250 g
- Serves
- 1
- Feed
- 100% grass-fed
- Origin
- South-west Victoria, Australia
Butcher’s Counter · Dubai
Beef and lamb, named where it’s from, weighed to the gram, delivered properly cold, and stood behind.
Named origin
Our grass-fed beef comes from one family group’s farms in south-west Victoria, Australia. Every pack says where it’s from.
Dated and weighed
Production date and exact tare weight on every pack. You pay for meat, never packaging.
Cold the whole way
Our own chilled vans, from our cold room to your door.
What we don’t do
No one-hour delivery. Good meat doesn’t ride on the back of a bike.
Shop
Cut to a fixed weight. Say exactly what you get.
The richest steak on the counter.
The weeknight steak that never disappoints.
The Brazilian barbecue cut, with its fat cap on.
Two sirloins, for two.
Two ribeyes, for two.
The softer, sweeter ribeye.
Cooks fast, half the price.
Mince and strips for the weeknight table.
Steak, sliced for the wok.
The lean one. Bolognese, chilli, meatballs.
The everyday mince. Burgers, kofta, lasagne.
Lean New Zealand mince.
For kofta, kibbeh and a proper shepherd’s pie.
Patties on their own, or the whole burger night in one box.
Two 150 g patties.
Four 150 g patties.
Everything for four classic cheeseburgers.
Four smoky barbecue burgers with slaw.
Eight cheeseburger sliders for a crowd or a kids’ table.
The joint, the veg and the gravy. Serves four.
The Sunday roast, with everything for the gravy.
A whole leg of lamb, crusted and ready to roast.
Delivery
Coverage
Dubai only, for now.
Cutoff
Order by 2pm for next-day delivery in your window. Order after 2pm and it’s cut the morning after next.
Delivery
Free. Our own chilled vans, from our cold room to your door. Never a motorbike bag.
No one-hour delivery
Fresh meat is cut the morning it leaves. A promise of an hour is a promise to cut corners.
No third-party bikes
Your order rides in our own chilled van with someone who knows what they’re carrying and who it’s for.
No ambient anything
Nothing leaves our cold room in a paper bag with an ice pack. Chilled from the cutting table to your door.
Why we exist
We kept hearing the same thing about the meat people buy: you can’t be sure what it is, where it’s from, or what it weighs. The most important ingredient on the plate, sold with the least identity.
Read why we exist