Comments on: Win a copy of Save the Deli

By: Joshua @ healthy dessert

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By: Suzan H

Suzan H — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:10:30 +0000

Two summers ago I visited my mother in South Florida and met two friends for a deli lunch. I live in the northern Shenandoah Valley of Virginia and you can’t get any Jewish deli let alone good Jewish deli (I can get good Italian deli although that’s another subject). So when I went to South Florida and bit into my half corned beef and half chopped liver sandwich on rye I truly thought that I had reached nirvana. Boy, I would love one of those right now.

By: Dena

Dena — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 15:11:35 +0000

How to choose? I think I’ll just go with my most recent — and most surprising — deli experience: Kenny & Zuke’s in downtown Portland, Oregon. It’s a new deli, but it’s fantastic and everything is mouthwateringly delicious.

By: Stu Shiffman

Stu Shiffman — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:15:16 +0000

Great, now I’m obsessing about pastrami again and I’m trapped in Redmond, WA.

By: Stu Shiffman

Stu Shiffman — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:14:04 +0000

I miss the old neighborhood delis of my youth like Sokol’s in downtown Flushing or the Host in Electchester.

I remember going to a deli with my grandfather and, while he was going *gesmak* over his stewed calf brains, I have a cup of chicken noodle soup (decanted at the table from a metal cup!), a big “twin” sandwich of hand-cut corned beef and pastrami on egg rolls, a cold Dr. Brown’s Black Cherry soda and a lukshen kugel. Oh boy!

By: Barbara

Barbara — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 01:30:09 +0000

Another Second Avenue Deli memory:

Eight months pregnant, I waddle my way up to the counter. The waitress — whose face I cannot recall but whose voice still rings in my ears — takes one look at my belly, points with her pen and says: “you know it’s a girl, dontcha?” I ordered a turkey sandwich with Russian dressing and devoured every last over-sized crumb. She was right, of course!

By: Nancy Heller

Nancy Heller — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:05:38 +0000

During my college years at NYU in the 1980s, the Second Avenue Deli was a favorite.

One day, myself and my very Jewish looking boyfriend, and my BFF Sharon (also very semitic featured) and her boyfriend – who’s last name was “Rooney” – went to the Second Avenue Deli for sandwiches.

We were seated around a 4-top. The surly old Jewish waiter took our orders – we all ordered our sandwiches on rye. We chatted and nibbled on the table pickles and noted the mustard and ketchup already on the table, until the waiter appeared with his tray. He placed a sandwich down in front of me. He placed a sandwich in front of Dave. He placed a sandwich in front of Sharon. Last – he placed a sandwich in front of Rooney. None of us had said a word.

Moments later, the waiter, without a word, deposited a dispenser of mayo on the table, smack in front of Rooney. The other three of us nearly fell out of our chairs laughing – Rooney hadn’t requested mayo, and he didn’t understand what the fuss was all about until we explained.

What made the moment even more funny than it was, was that this was when Woody Allen’s movie “Hannah and Her Sisters” was playing – and who could forget the scene where Allen, considering conversion to Catholicism, opens his grocery store bad and places on his table a Bible, a Chalice, a loaf of Wonder Bread – and a jar of mayo. The waiter’s deposit in front of Rooney caused the rest of us to channel the Woody Allen moment!

By: alan mendelsohn

alan mendelsohn — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 03:28:18 +0000

Growing up in the 70′s and 80′s, all I knew from personal experience was about the “first kosher” Chinese restaurant, Bernstein’s on Essex Street on New York’s Lower East Side. But I was also so fortunate to have been raised by my maternal grandparents, Harry and Fannie Halpern (may they rest in peace). My grandmother would regale me with stories about when they lived in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, how my grandmother would take 2 trains and a bus to get from Brooklyn to Manhattan to buy deli because it was my grandfather’s favorite….how she used to meet with Shmulka Bernstein himself behind the deli counter and used to buy enough salami and pastrami to feed an army… how the salamis had to be the beautiful, deep red, dried out salamis that hung from the strings in the store windows…and how particular Mr Bernstein was about the quality of his goods. My mothers brother, Arnold, was also famous for stealing those beautiful salamis from the refrigerator once my grandmother brought them home and hiding them under his bed, and how my poor grandfather went looking and occasionally never found them. A time I still dream about sometimes……

By: Howard R

Howard R — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:44:22 +0000

I remember going to Bain’s Deli in Philadelphia as a child in the 1950s and 60s. It was wonderful – they had a long counter with people carving corned beef and pastrami, dishing out cole slaw, and punching your card as you went. All the other foods typical of a full-scale Jewish deli were there too, from matzoh ball soup to knishes to anything else you might want. Everything tasted terrific.

Then a new generation took over the family business. Soon all of the stand-alone delis were gone, and instead the company developed deli stands at food courts in shopping malls and train stations, with a very limited menu of sandwiches and little else. It was never the same as the memory of what Bain’s had once been.

By: Helene Rock

Helene Rock — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:55:10 +0000

The most wonderful deli meal I’ve ever had was THE PERFECT PASTRAMI SANDWICH with all the fixings! Nothing beats pastrami and corned beef. I cannot make these. Cole slaw that’s not to tart nor not too sweet is a perfect accompaniment. I also personally like French Fries with my Pastrami Sandwich. And of course, the perfect drink is the egg cream or a chocolate phosphate!!!!! One never needs dessert after such a deli meal!!!!! Alas, I no longer live near a deli. My mouth waters just thinking about it. BUt perhaps, in this day and age of low-fat, non-fat, fight cholesterol etc. Pastrami and corned beef will just be fond memories. Be well! L’Chayim.