Sandwich Safari to Brooklyn for a Bloodshot showcase featuring…guess who??!! (just what IS the appropriate punctuation for the expression “guess who”? Is it a question? An exclamation? A command?)…The Bottle Rockets. We needed fuel for a night of five bands. This I have not seen before. FAMILY STYLE SANDWICHES! MOUNTAINS AND PEAKED MOUNTAINS OF MEAT. Harold’s New York Deli‘s smallest offering serves 1 to 3. 1 family that is, or 3 mountain size men.The sign says it is the biggest pickle bar in the world. Superior it is, no doubt. Have no basis of comparison, but will check pickelocity.com.A top tier pickle on my pickle bar – half dills. Half sours in my vernacular. And what is the other half? Extra bread on the pickle bar. Could not fathom why everyone was piling up on bread. Didn’t you order a sandwich, man?
Aaah, you did order a sandwich. Can I get you a bit of bread to go with that meat, ma’am?Perhaps I will open a pickle speak easy in my basement. Password? Squeak. BYOBREAD.
His sandwich slab could have handled an ample serving of mortar, and safely supported a cinder block bunker.
Harold’s is a not a gateway deli. It may be in Jersey, just outside Manhattan’s hard stuff, but mainlining is the only option at this sandwich house .
We did it. One bite at a time. Correction: Two bites at a time, we were a duo. I will keep that in mind the next time anyone tries to pressure me into hurrying. To summit a peak, you gotta take it one bite at a time, man.