Save the Deli
Friday, November 27th, 2009
This book review is dedicated to my irrepressible and irreverent childhood friend Peter Adelman, whose mother, Myra, introduced me to the joys of Jewish cooking, while his favorite sandwich was a ham sandwich. He also introduced me to deli in Columbus, Ohio, such as it was. C’mon, Pete, help me out: what the hell was the name of that place? Bubbe and Zayde’s? All I remember for sure is that there was something vaguely obscene about the shape of the mustard and ketchup bottles…
I have to admit it: where I live is a deli flyover zone or drive-by desert, a strip-mall, deli-chain wasteland. When we left Chicago and moved downstate to east central Illinois, the dominant complaint people shared with us was that there weren’t any good places to eat out. By way of illustration, they would toss their hands up in a gesture of helpless surrender and declare, “We don’t even have a single deli!” Since then, a few businesses have opened with the word “deli” in the title, but, let’s face it, they’re just butcher shops or sandwich shops and mediocre ones at that. A deli, as David Sax patiently and lovingly explores, is so much more.
Chambanoy finds a place in David Sax’s book on page 107 1//2, right between the chapter on Chicago and the chapter when he heads southwest to St. Louis. Driving down I-57, he would have passed less than a mile from my house. Maybe next time he drives by, there will be a reason to stop rather than step on the gas.
David Sax’s Save the Deli is a great little read. (more…)

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