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Welcome to the least
Google-able deli on Earth. It’s not your typical Google problem
where the deli is simply called Deli, or The Deli or something completely
innocuous that Google couldn’t discern from the eight trillion
other sites with the word ‘deli’ in them, but hpw do you
find a place when they so clearly don't know how to spell? Were they
perhaps too cheap to spring for the t in Harriet? Or was somebody
just asleep at the switch? Perhaps they did the thing where the owner
was not a native English speaker and didn’t take his idea to
a proofreader before spending thousands of dollars on a sign for his
shop? Whatever the case, the butchery of the spelling is the least
of this joint’s problems. It’s immediately apparent upon
walking in that ordering something to go is going to be an ordeal.
There’s no clear indication of where to place an order, where
to pick it up, where to wait, etc. So being completely sick of all
the restaurants around, I chose to stand there awkwardly waiting for
someone to recognize me and take my order. I then stood there for
another long while waiting for my chicken wrap while absolutely nobody
came into the place. I have my doubts that they actually freshly cooked
the chicken right there for reasons I will get to in a second, so
I was a bit perplexed as to why it took so damn long to get the thing
out to me. So I get the sandwich wrapped in tin foil and butcher paper
and head back to the office. Now I’ve had enough chicken sandwiches
in my time to know that despite the foil and paper one should be able
to feel the heat coming through. This poultry was dead. I got it to
my desk, unwrapped the elaborate paper job only to find a less than
room temperature sandwich. Uh, why try to fake me out with the foil
and stuff when you’re giving me cold grub? Unacceptable. I wanted
to just toss it in the garbage, but nuked it instead, gobbled it down
and marked this one off my list as a non-repeater. [MF]
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