Everyday, I will encounter multiple things and places that spark a memory or an emotion that are uniquely my own. However, when asked on the spot about pretty much anything that defines me as a person, I constantly draw blanks.
The other day, I got a note from my amazingly crafty homemaker friend Bea asking me to share some facts about myself through Instagram. Although at that moment the request left me starring at a crack in the wall, trying to think of anything about myself that was even remotely interesting, I was excited about coming back to this self serving idea.
Even when I was just a wee emotional nugget back on the LiveJournal farm, no one had ever involved me in one of these silly survey-esque things. This was to be a new first!
So yesterday, when my alarm went off, I gathered up some supplies and went about my day of errand running with a plan. To stop along the way, write out personal facts that I was reminded of as they hit me, and take a photo of the fact along side the thing that triggered it.
New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation. What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:
you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.
You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.
Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.