The Delicatessen, a New Yorker's Dream

Smells of pickle sausage, mustard and smoked fish overjoyed him. Delicatessens on sunday night will overcharge you ferociously. While the store keeper was slicing the meat, he yelled at a portorican kid who was reaching for a bag of chocolate cookies. He tried to think of a compliment, a good comparison, an endearment for joan when she' opened the door. There was really nothing to compare her sweet, small, daring, shapely, timid, defiant, loving face too how difficult she was and how beautiful.