O Liberty Deli! How I love thee! You are as packed full of customers as you are sandwich options. But, no matter how many grumpy Midtowners are there to buy overpriced snacks or taxi drivers who’ve double parked just to buy a NY lottery ticket, you always seem happy to see me. If Raul only knew that by remembering my “regular” he made my life just that much more complete. Spinach, broccoli, tomatoes, kidney beans, and chicken (tuna on Fridays). Even when work is unbearable, I know that the lovely lesbian cashier will flirt with my co-worker, the bag guy will always offer me free lemonade, and my salad, despite being the same everyday, will never cost the same amount. Lib, you are my beloved and for you, I have composed a haiku.
Liberty Deli
You are my lunch time rock
Salad perfection
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It's funny trying to explain the "regular" idea. That's a long running wish!
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