Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Piling up Pastrami

Last night I,

Dropped my sister off at the St. Regis hotel.
Nice hotel. Tad bit old fashioned, but gorgeous lobby with bronze/gold work. Plush, yes plush is a good word.
Met their personal Butler (yes Butler), a girl named King, no Keen, no Keana? No ....whatever, I didn't get the name.
She was very eager to help. She offered to unpack the bags.
And to pack them, if needed.
It was 10pm. We were all hungry. Dinner had to be decided upon. Not many options.
Sister 2 and bro-in-law shocked that hotel allows non-hotel food to be delivered.
Sister 1 insisted that we try Carnegie Deli.
Luck was on our side. Carnegie Deli delivers even at 10:15pm (yes time had passed and we had no decisions made).
We ordered from Carnegie Deli.
Food arrived. 7 whole pickles. Yum.
50 packets of ketchup. Why??
Piled up pastrami. It just doesn't get any better.

I dream of pastrami.
Piled high to the top
A slight push with the finger
And everything flops

You can have it anywhere
It'll never satisfy your belly
Until you order this mountain
Of Pastrami from Carnegie Deli

1 comment:

Self- Proclaimed Shoe Addict said...

didnt know u were a poet too!