I had dinner at my aunt and uncle’s on the Upper West Side a few weeks ago and we got to talking about Morris, the deli counter man at the old Daitch Shopwell that used to be on Broadway. They loved Morris and the little old ladies who would visit him. This is what they overheard, back when.
Old Lady: Is the potato salad fresh?
Morris: Yes, we made it today.
Old Lady: It looks like yesterday.
Morris: Lady, you’re from yesterday.
Old Lady: How’s the roast beef?
Morris: It’s gorgeous.
Old Lady: Give me a half of a quarter pound of baloney.
Morris: You’re having a party?
marvelous. i love living in new york.
Ah, the good ol' days!
Why did she ask for baloney when he already gave it to her? >;)
I remember Daitch Shopwell. It was practically the only game in town.