What kind of deli doesn’t have dill pickle spears? The only one in town, that kind. The kind that caters to the cowpeople.
Part of living in a ridiculously small town is the lack of restaurant options. We have three: bad pizza, bad Chinese, and the deli. The deli makes pretty good sandwiches, if you don’t mind waiting 45 minutes. They’re incapable of making your sandwich the way you want it- they seem to make it the way they think it should be made. “Oh, now who wouldn’t want gobs of shredded lettuce on a vegetarian sandwich? That must be a typo. They just don’t know what they want. Here, pile it on. Add some onions while you’re at it.”
A Subway restaurant is headed to town, to match our big city grocery store. Hm. A sandwich the way I want it in under 30 minutes? That doesn’t seem very country.
One thing about the cowboy deli though- the sandwiches turn out good. This weekend’s bright spot during being grievously ill: a tuna melt with jalapenos. Now that’s an inspiration.
Can tuna melts be dinner? I vote yes.