
There's a scene in the movie, Prime, where Meryl Streep is eating a pastrami sandwich because apparently that's what meddling Jewish mothers do. While I've since forgotten the rest of the film, I can't shake the craving for a pastrami sandwich. But I won't be getting one at the Second Avenue Deli anymore because it's gone. Another victim of expensive Manhattan rent bites the dust.
You probably know by now that the owners owed back taxes and the rent skyrocketed, so the restaurant shut down last week. I had no idea they would take everything down so quickly. There's nothing there except the stars on the sidewalk and a dirty imprint where the sign used to be. The clock is gone, the blue awning, the guy sitting outside the deli in the wheelchair that used to get free soup...
My hands were freezing and I almost dropped my camera, so I threw up my hands and gave up.
1 comment:
liza - do you think it'll be possible to ever have deli again without thinking about 2nd avenue deli?
no matter where you go, or how divine and mouth-watering the pastrami might be, somewhere in the back of your mind, or perhaps on the tip of your tongue, the ghost of 2nd avenue will be haunting your meal. suddenly, you'll think, "this is good ... but it's not 2nd avenue."
is the solution to never eat deli again?
-- a hungry, concerned fan
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