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| - So the other day I'm off to one of my favorite haunts for lunch, only to arrive to find a line out the door and to the end of the block. Kind of sucked, because they only take cash, and for once I HAD cash in my wallet, but I couldn't take the time to wait in a line that long. So I started to walk back to the office, down the same four blocks I've walked every day since October, and suddenly I saw this deli/sandwich shop that I had never noticed before. Sal's. All done up to LOOK all NYC Deli, and since the weather had turned for the better, they had an open air thing going on. I had honestly passed them by for six months. So I thought, oh what the heck, and went in to check out the menu, and maybe get a sandwich.
I walked into the 'order' counter, as opposed to the seating restaurant section, the the kitchen is right there in full view.
I checked out the rather pricey menu, and watched as some of the items were being assembled in the kitchen. At first I thought 'Reuben', but then I saw one and didn't see the kind of meat velocity that makes a Reuben a Reuben, so I opted for the fish sandwich.
I had to ask what kind of bun the fish came on, and was told the usual 'hamburger' bun. I asked if they could give me a bun that would actually FIT a fish, and at first they just kind of blinked like they were confused, but went to the line-up of cooks and asked if they could put it on a hoagie roll.
Gasp! Rocket science in action! Putting an eight inch long fish on an eight inch long bun! What a strange and foreign concept. They agreed. So I ordered the fish.
Do you want anything on that? Lettuce? Tomato?
Yes please.
Caching, caching...
Cheese?
Sure
Caching...
Tartar sauce?
Lots
Caching, caching...
We were now up to almost $12 for a fish sandwich.
The kitchen was run like a military operation, but instead of a general in his camos, there was Chef Boy-Ar-Dee in his spiffy white jacket with some fancy emblem on the front, and his big paper hat, barking orders. Including "hey, that one fish goes on a hoagie bun!"
Here it came, bagged up, along with a side of home made extra salty potato chips, and off I went to the office.
The fish was good, and thank goodness, I asked for a bun that fit. The 'lots' of tartar sauce actually was two very large cups, of which one would have been plenty, except that it was some kind of homemade tartar concoction that really wasn't very good. The big Claussen on the was nice.
All in all, it was a FTLT visit. Too pricey for a sandwich, and not spectacular enough to match the price. A lot of attempts to 'visually' create the NYC Deli atmosphere. But the right Deli atmosphere in NYC is a dive...with a mound of reasonably priced GOOD food. Turn off the neon, and crank up the meat. You'll not blind me sir, as it's my tongue doing the looking...when I'm looking for food.
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