Send a salami...

...to your boy in the Army (read: Aahmee).

Photo: André Karwath aka Aka

Yes, that's right, folks, MightyIsis, with the lovely M Maus, visited Katz's Deli, http://www.katzdeli.com/ the site of the famed When Harry Met Sally fake orgasm scene (See "technical proficiency," in July). After tasting the brisket sandwich on rye (yum!), I understand how she might have felt, had she actually been eating the sandwich. However, I noted that Sally disassembled her deli masterpiece to have a higher bread-to-meat ratio, which appears to be a testament to her lack of sensuality. At this point, I wonder how anyone could even eat the bread, because that was the best brisket I'd ever tasted, outstripping even the efforts of a post-college boyfriend's grandmother, because of whose culinary expertise, I remain the only gefilte-fish-eating "goy" known to many of my friends.

It's interesting how New Yorkers deal with tourists. Due to a lucky set of circumstances, like M Maus's superb map reading skills and ability to find parking spaces in Manhattan, we arrived at Katz's about 20 minutes before the lunch rush. Since there was a lull, the deli men were happy to lecture us about the various deli meats, the correct breads to eat with them, and why we were not to lose the little blue tickets. Whew! If we'd gotten there later, I'm sure we would have been hustled along by unruly and hungry New Yorkers trying to get back to the office before their 1 o'clocks.

We also got to meet the actual Mr Katz. He is way cool, and really nice. It made the brisket taste even better, which would seem impossible.