Smallman Street Deli makes the ideal pickle spears; crisp, cold, ivory on the inside, Kosher as the universe is wide. Without one, your sandwich is lonely, your lunchpail left wanting...
Something occurred to me when I had one of SSD's amphibian-green obelisks with a sandwich the other day; I myself had been bereaved of something and was unaware of it for my entire life. That was until the sound of that pickle's first crunch bounced off of my teeth, its brining juices tickling as they trickled down my throat.
Now I am full of sorrow knowing that the brownbag lunches of my tomorrows will never be truly great without a lance of that cured, salty, chilly cucumber to complete and complement the daily noontime, picnic bench ensemble.