To anybody that believes that we are not omnivores or carnivores, I present this anecdote:
Every Friday at the trolley barn (where we keep all our trolleys, repair them, drivers sign in and out, etc.), we get something like 18 steaks from a great restaurant down the block called Texas Land and Cattle. I have seen men take great care to ensure they get some of these steaks. I've seen them hidden in air vents before (which made the entire barn smell like steak, loving awesome), and I've seen men in their 50s, 60s, and 70s get into yelling matches, and a fistfight once, just for some juicy, medium-rare steak.
It's totally loving worth it.