We went to a new
deli yesterday, to see if it was anything like a New York deli.
I ordered a corned
beef sandwich on rye, with mustard, and a pickle.
The guy at the
counter asked; “Would you like lettuce and tomato on it?”
“No thank you. Just
corned beef and mustard, on rye, thanks.”
“Would you like
cheese?” he asked.
“No. Just corned
beef and mustard, thanks.”
“Would you like some
mayonnaise on that?” he inquired.
“No. Just Mustard.
No mayo.”
“And cheese?”
“No. No thank you.
Just corned beef and a little mustard.”
“Something to
drink?” he inquired.
“A Dr. Brown’s Cream
Soda.” I answered. (Very New York.)
“We don’t have
that.”
“Fine. A Diet Coke.”
“No cheese?”
“Just corned beef.”
I said.
“Okay.”
“On rye, with
mustard. And a pickle.”
“You got it,” he
said.
I sat down and
waited. It came toasted.
