Vat Stuff: Real.
Molly and Armitage ate in silence, while Case sawed shakily at his steak, reducing it to uneaten bite-sized fragments, which he pushed around in the rich sauce, finally abandoning the whole thing.
“Jesus,” Molly said, her own plate empty, “gimme that. You know what this costs?” She took his plate. “They gotta raise a whole animal for years and then they kill it. This isn’t vat stuff.” She forked a mouthful up and chewed.
The “Vat Stuff” Molly Millions contrasts with an actual steak is now here. A Lab-Grown Burger Gets a Taste Test. More on the Universiteit Maastricht website.