Rob C.
Yelp
Walking in here feels like stepping into a proper New York deli, minus the cab horns and the guy yelling at you for no reason.
I ordered the tuna salad on a sesame bagel (bagels are in the name of the restaurant, but not the star of the show). The tuna, wow--creamy, silky, smoother than Sinatra on a Sunday morning, with just enough onion and lettuce crunch to make me feel like I was eating a balanced meal (I wasn't). Fries on the side? Golden and addictive. And their macaroni salad? Phenomenal. Creamy, tangy, and basically the side dish equivalent of a standing ovation.
My wife took down the "New Yorker"--pastrami and corned beef stacked high with coleslaw on rye.
It was delicious, don't get me wrong, but the bread was leaning on the greasy side, the kind where you need a few extra napkins and maybe a support group.
And while we're at it--why do they call it corned beef? I didn't see a single kernel. Feels like a scam that's been running since the 1800s, and honestly, I respect the hustle.
Bottom line: this deli nails it. Staff, sandwiches, sides--you name it. Come hungry, leave happy, and maybe bring stretchy pants.
Great place to come and kibitz with friends! In the words of Ol' Blue Eyes: you'll leave thinking "what a wonderful deli world"--and you'll want to do it "your way" again tomorrow.