Fox’s is a Jewish deli / restaurant located in Winton Place, near where I work, so I’ll go there occassionally for lunch and get something to go. Today I had the garden salad with egg and a cup of borscht, but I much more often walk out with the sandwich they call Livers Lane. From their menu:
Livers Lane: Lean pastrami and chopped liver, Swiss cheese, raw onion, and a schmere of Nances mustard, served on rye
I realize from talking to other people that this may not sound too appetizing to many of you, but if you’re okay with liver, you should give it a try. It’s delicious. They also have great beef brisket (thanks to Kashif for tipping me off about that!) and their Dolly Parton sandwich is yummy too:
Dolly Parton: Hot turkey breast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayo, smothered with melted American cheese, on a soft roll
Yes, their humor leaves a lot to be desired but fortunately I don’t judge them based on that. They also have sandwiches named Bologna & The Beast, Name That Tuna, Sammy So So Good, L.A. Slaw, Risky Brisket… ugh I have to stop. It’s just too un-funny.
In case you’re wondering, they’re Jewish but they’re not kosher.
Prior to starting my current job back in the fall, I had only been to Fox’s once, a couple of years back. So I was pretty surprised while standing around, waiting for my food, to see someone that kind of looked like me in a picture on their wall. The more I looked at it, though, the more I thought that it wasn’t me. It’s from behind and it’s very small so it’s hard to tell,and the girl across the table could be my ex-girlfriend but again, hard to tell. Just ambiguous enough to drive me crazy looking at it. It’s in an article about Fox’s from the Democrat and Chronicle.
Unfortunately the picture is tiny in the online version of the D&C so it’s completely pointless to even show you, but here it is. Maybe-Me is in the upper left corner. To see the bigger version, you’ll just have to go to Fox’s yourself. As if the Livers Lane wasn’t enough of a reason for you to go!
But regardless, whenever I see that picture on the wall I get mad because it reminds me of this shirt I loved. The shirt in the photo looks similar and that’s enough to evoke the memory of it. It wasn’t anything special, just some cheap golf shirt, but I liked how it looked and it was comfortable. I’m not the only one either. I ran into someone at a party last summer while wearing that shirt and she said her husband had the same one and it was his favorite.
So why does it make me mad? Because a couple of months ago, I was at the laundromat and some idiot left a pen in one of the driers and it exploded all over my entire load of clothes. Blue ink. I tried to wash it again immediately but it was hopeless because it was dried in. I could salvage the jeans but the rest went right into the laundromat wastebasket. Including that shirt, which my ex-girlfriend and I used to call my New Mexico shirt because it looked like the New Mexico state flag.
I never actually looked up the New Mexico state flag but now that I do, it does have those colors, even if the design is completely different. My shirt had horizontal stripes across the chest. So the only solution to this contradiction is for there to be a new New Mexico state flag.