Sam Levinson, the Jewish comedian who wrote down some of his routines in the 60's, mentioned the aroma and allure of greasy, paper-wrapped parcels full of savory delicatessen sandwiches...After a holidy spent with some hounds in NY, I unpacked my Chowhound Social carrier, and unwrapped grease-soaked, brown paper-bags from Yonah Shimmels', full of potato and jalapeno and cheddar knishes, and another from Katz's, which held the quintessential Gabila's potato knish, thick of skin and creamy of potato and onion filling...The Katz's bag still exuded the perfume of hand-cut pastrami, packed together with the yeasty miasma of fresh rye and garlicky pickles, a gift of meat to show someone I cared (g)...(BTW, that $1 tip worked wonders, I got a hefty addition to my order of 1/2 lb. pastrami, and bread, mustard and the half-sours to boot)
I could smell my still-warm bag of Kossar's bialis, which were nestled next to my insulated carrier, that cradled 6 Russ and Daughters new herrings, snagged just as they closed the doors...And on a tangent that my Lower East Side grandmother never envisioned, all of this was cheek-by-jowl with a snazzy little packet from Maison du Chocolat, which held gossamer mouthfuls of creamy sweetness..
Greasy, smelly parcels; I'm sure I was the envy of the Chinatown bus.
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