A dear friend of mine always questions my obsession with deli. She frankly doesn’t get my passion for a good bowl of matzoh ball or kreplach soup, nor does she share my appreciation for a real pastrami or corned beef (I’m not talking Boar’s Head) sandwich on rye. As a Jew, it is so engrained in my culture and my history. Too me, it’s like questioning a Mexican’s love of tacos or an Italian’s love of pasta. Deli is simply a part of my DNA, as well as My Little Foodies’.
Many northerners, My Little Foodies’ Daddy included, lament the lack of good deli (and bagels) in Atlanta. I have to agree; good delis are few and far between. For those of you thinking that Einstein’s serves a perfectly decent bagel, you have been duped.