Won't beat this dead horse but felt compelled to post as follows:
To hostess--Gee, may we please be seated in main dining room; it's kind of out of the way in here? Certainly!
At deli counter--May I please get a taste of turkey pastrami; I've never had it. Sure! (Followed by a huge sample)
To waiter--Do you think I could get a Reuben made with turkey pastrami even though it's not on the menu? Yes, of course!
I usually drink Dr. Brown's Cherry but after so many hours in car, decide to order a martini and ask for an extra olive. Forgot to say extra dry, but a perfect martini soon arrives with three giant olives; waiter smiles and say he thought two wouldn't really be enough.
Is there any sweet-hot mustard? Absolutely.
Pickles--perfect in texture and doneness, for our taste--down to two; waiter drops off another plate, without being asked.
Both pastrami sand and Reuben more than adequate, as were potato salad and cole slaw; experience--sooo warm and welcoming.
BTW: There's been such a dramatic change in ethnic representation--from mostly older, often-Russian women to a UN's selection of race and nationality (as well as many more males)--I couldn't help wondering if there'd been a lawsuit. Amazingly, all the new servers and counter folks we dealt with had the same friendly, "of course" approach, never mind flawless pronunication of Hebrew and Yiddish items!
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