ABSTRACT
One of my cherished places happened to be the world-renowned deli not too far from us. It was called Junior’s. I wanted so much to impress my lovely limey cast with the wonders of this city, and this was one of them and an ideal place to go after our matinee day on Saturday, so that’s what we did. After the house came down, some of us dashed to Junior’s and ordered a corned beef sandwich. The table already had a large bowl of delicious pickled cucumbers, an absolute must for every run-down, grimy ghetto in ancient Warsaw or Łódź in Poland. We ordered a sandwich to share since there were only two of us so far.
