My thoughts on the quality of beef are the breed of the animal, the grazing of it, and the processing of it.
In 1965, I went on a trip to Princess Charlotte Bay North of Cooktown to shoot feral pigs and to catch Barramundi.
We camped at the now former cattle station overnight and the manager kindly cooked us breakfast in the morning which was fillet steak and sides.
The fillet steak was freshly killed Brahman cross rubbish which had not been hung and aged.
It was impossible to eat and was the worst beef I have ever experienced in my life.
My old grandad used to say that Braham beef was tick resistant and tooth resistant.
I could have proven that this steak was actually bulletproof if we had not run out of .22 ammo the previous afternoon.