This morning, I was thinking about the lack of good delis where I live sans the Italian area, I miss sinking my teeth into a pastrami on rye, tuna sandwich or enjoying a cup of matzoh ball soup.  One such place, was Eisenbergs Sandwich Shop (1929) with one of the last great lunch counters in the city.  Stay put, Eisenbergs.

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