2 slices of heroism & a little slice of doggy heaven
Sunday, September 24th, 2006American deli’s know the key to a sandwich lovers heart. Not only do they stack ‘em thick, and cut ‘em slick, but it’s all served on a bread roll they call the ‘hero”!! There’s no greater sandwich-related feeling than sinking your gnashers into a roll that’s more heroic than Superman doing charity work. And you can look at the food in your hand and tell it that it’s your hero without speaking symbolically. And what’s best of all is that I’ve saved half for my dinner!
And because great things congregate together, just a brief stroll from what may be the greatest deli on earth (appropriately named “Garden of Eden”) is a garden of a very different kind, one that may turn out to be one of my favourite places to hang out in New York: The doggy enclosure, where cute canines come to meet old pals, make new ones, run around breathlessly after balls, sniff other kinds of balls, and generally have a great time. One bitch was getting rather a lot of attention from some of the guys. She turned them all down though, perhaps preferring the regulars from another enclosure further uptown. You’ve gotta admire it when a chihuahua tries to shag a doberman. THAT takes balls! A rather dopey looking basset hound followed his leisurely crap on the ground by trying to shovel the dirt over his product, and missing it by at least 3 feet. A golden retriever stood on his back legs for a dance with his owner, before going back on all fours to be chased by a vigorous white dog of unknown breed.
And now after a brief subway ride, I’m back at my girlfriend Jane’s apartment in Brooklyn. And it’s sandwich time. Some of those dogs sniffed hopefully at my sandwich. But they’re gonna have to stick to pedigree chum. This baby’s all mine!
The Dude