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The turkey and brie
sandwich is a staple of just about every midtown lunchateria. It's
usually presented on a baguette under glass with either honey mustard
or a slice of green apple--or sometimes both. The Green Cafe's version
came sans apple, but was otherwise no different than any others. The
first thing one notices with all of these delights is that they are
usually cold to the touch. You would be too if you had been made in
the morning (or maybe the night before) and put in a refrigerated
case to be poked, prodded and moved around by some dude in a dirty
glove and a smock. I handed over my $7.50 plus tax (already feeling
semi-jacked), pulled the thing from its wrapper and again came the
general coolness to the touch. And then came the flaccid, airplane-tasting
baguette and turkey straight from the ghetto bin at Gristede's. It
honestly tasted and felt like a leather brogue going down. Not that
I've eaten a shoe, but I imagine that fine leather would be more appetizing
than this excuse for south-of-airplane-quality sandwich. I don't know
what the insinuation is with the whole "green" thing in
their name, but the only thing that was green after eating here was
me. [MF]
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