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For some reason this
joint reminds me of that weird, bi-polar mind-child cartoon, Ziggy.
That or the weird, violent man-child hooligan from Trainspotting,
Begby. Either way, it's probably not an association you'd want to
promote. Luckily the place itself is in no way like either of these
misfits, but is actually a rather clean, pleasant lunch joint with
not a shrink or kick to the nuts in site. It does, however, have that
lunchtime efficiency and hustle and bustle that gives you the impression
that at least there are a bunch of folks out there that trust this
place not to poison them. I canÆt really say the same for some of
the lowlier bodegas and deli sandwich places I've seen out there.
While my wrap wasn't anything that I'll write about in my sandwich
dissertation or have noted in my eulogy ("he once had a chicken
wrap that changed his life in profound ways..."), it will certainly
do in a pinch and keep me satisfied before settling in for a super-long
day of meetings and endless agita. [MF]
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