“To me there’s only one thing that can’t be improved on from New York City, and that’s a bagel.”
Living in Northeast PA the thing I miss most is finding a decent loaf of Italian bread. I’ve tried all the local bakery’s and even some that are 50 miles away. All thin crust, airy dough GARBAGE.
Ahhh, the bread is always amazing!
I’ll never forget my first deli sandwich, which was on Long Island. After college graduation, my husband (then boyfriend) and I took a trip to visit his family and friends to celebrate before starting our first “real” jobs. His best friend’s family owned a deli. He made me the best turkey sandwich I’ve ever had, and I’m fairly certain he used Italian bread. It was heavenly!
That was 38 years ago, and I still remember the taste of the turkey and texture of the bread. It was soft on the inside, and crunchy but not thin on the crust. Delightful. And I remember my husband’s best friend’s smiling, cheerful face, the first time we had ever met in person. Rest In Peace, Chris, you were a good man and are missed.