Damien S.
Yelp
TGIY because otherwise, I would steer the ol' whip right on past this, what's a nice way to describe the facade, um...
Murder shack. Murder shack will do.
It's dark, windowless (causation!), lakeside non-murder shack is a deli and drinks counter with an UTZ chips wall that extends in to oblivion, and two yuge pickle jars for good measure. Some guy ordered a salad when I walked in, and one of eight people behind the counter snickered and said, "Grab a salad from the coolah and I'll make it Greek for ya." Needless to say, order a sub.
Or a sandwich - the options are a bulkie or a sub roll for a buck or two more. Above all else, heed my words: get. the. sub. Even if you aren't hungry, this 14" piggity-packed torpedo (in my case, the Italian loaded) is easily worth two meals, bringing the price of a one sub, one half sour pickle, one bottle of sodie pop, and one bag of Dirty Potato Chips (Jalapeño Heat ftw) to a paltry $12. That's $6 a meal, or approximately 5 calories per penny. Per cent? Oy.
The meat's Thumann's, which my stave off the Boar's Head faithful, but do not judge lest ye and yer liverwurst be judged. My sando was packed with flavor, featured salami, mortadella, pepperoni, gabagool, bippityboppity (halp David Brooks!), and included a healthy portion of hots and sub dressing, which leads me to my second block of words to heed: eat. quickly. My wrappings and paper bag were near disintegration in the fifteen minutes between payment and afternoon delight. Juicy like squirting out the side with each bite juicy? Something like that.
Anyway, this deli doesn't win any points for ambiance, but it's a deli not a disco, so grab your sandwich and go. Price, value and flava, it's a total (shudder) hidden gem. And functional murder shack cuz ya hunger is dead.