Tonight just wasn’t my night. Both of the hockey teams I play for each lost their semi-final hockey playoff games. We’re done. No championship bid. Same as the previous three seasons. My Frozen Four bracket is toast. I went with my Alma Mater, like I did last year (which paid dividends then), but they blew it this year. And the team I had them beating in the championship game got knocked out tonight, too. It was just a bad night for green.
So, a good hour after I left Chelsea Piers, I got back to my apartment. First thing I did was bust out the Boar’s Head and make a killer sandwich. I’ve been eating Whole Foods cold-cuts for ages because my celiac disease essentially forces me to shop there. But today, I just didn’t feel like making the trip. I went down into the subway, but it refused to come, so I went back above ground and walked over to the friendly neighborhood Foodtown.
I hated Foodtown when I first moved here. It was grossly overpriced and it made shopping locally practically impossible. Lately, though, they’ve got this “low-price guarantee” … I guess I wasn’t the only one screaming highway robbery.
Anyway, it was great to have Boar’s Head again. I love cold cuts. I grew up on deli sandwiches from the Deer Hills deli and they whipped up some paper thin BH cuts that were simply delicious. I got the kid at the Foodtown to cut me some decently thin provisions and he did a pretty good job. Nobody in the ghetto really appreciates deli meat, in my experience, so it takes a lot of compliments and encouragement to get the deli guys to accommodate my white-boy expectations … that is, not slice it slab thick.
After losing the NCAA hockey pool, two hockey playoff games at the Piers, and other of life’s little battles, this sandwich really hits the spot. Ovengold turkey, genoa salami, muenster cheese and some serious greens on brown rice bread with mayo. As my New York Post reporter buddy says about my homemade sandwiches: “That looks like a sandwich a white person would pay a lot of money for.”