When I lived in New York, years ago, you could get great
corned beef in pretty much every deli there. And there was a deli every other block. It was great knowing you were never
more than fifty yards away from a really good sandwich.
You can’t find good corned beef in very many places in
Albuquerque. Actually, I haven’t
found any.
We cook corned beef at home to make up for it.
But it isn’t the same.
I think it’s the bread.
You can’t get that here either.
Two slices of really good Jewish Rye with a crusty crust and
a just right soft inner with a big ol’ pile of corned beef thin sliced off of a
chunk of corned beef hot out of a pot of water that hasn’t been changed in so
many months its practically a broth is so full of flavor its even good
cold. It should be finished with
some mustard and a good pickle on the side. Not the over-brined sour tasting things that pass for
pickles in most parts of the country, but a real subtle, crunchy fresh just
right New York Pickle.
Wake up America.
Our taste buds are getting screwed.
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