POLISH DELIS
I had a food craving a couple of days ago. For a reuben sandwich. It was one of those honest-to-god, itch-that-must-be-scratched, if I don’t eat this in the next hour I’m going to rip somebody’s head off kind of cravings. You know: the way some people feel about chocolate. Or heroin. I was jonesing for a decent Jewish deli.