We spent a few days of our vacation last week home in Connecticut. Whenever I go home there are four things that I just MUST have, a NY style bagel, good pizza, real Italian cookies & cannoli and a true deli sandwich. Each time I go home I return fantasizing about what it would be like to have my own little deli here in DC.
As a self proclaimed food snob I'm just going to go ahead and say that the bagels here are awful, the pizza leaves a lot to be desired, finding anything that even remotely resembles Italian cookies is a waste of time and that hunting down a deli sandwich is like searching for a needle in a haystack. Yes, for the record, I eat at Taylor Gourmet all the time and adore their sandwiches and the amazing bread that they get from Philly each day but it's still not a deli.
The deli's I grew up with are like little sandwich shops where you can also pick up some fresh pasta and homemade sauce for dinner that night. Or you could grab some stuffed mushrooms and grill them out that night. Everything was fresh and delicious. It was like a one stop shop, there was bread, cookies, made to order sandwiches, deli meat, ground beef, pasta salads, fresh pasta, sauces and some drinks. Nothing fancy but all natural and delicious. The owners always knew their customers and it was like running into family every time you went in.
I have a perfect little spot picked out for my deli, I have a name and people who would love to shop there unfortunately I just don't have the funding for it so for now it remains a glimmer of hope in my life. At the same time, perhaps it's a blessing in disguise. Each time we start driving on 95 south my belly full of bagels and pizza I think to myself, "man it's a good thing I don't live here anymore or I'd need to start running twice as far."
Here's to good food and big dreams.
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