Papa Sal - Deli Grandfath

I was born above this very deli, so the smell of rye and roast beef is in my blood. I’ve seen it all — broken hearts, empty pockets, punk rockers in leather jackets. Doesn’t matter who you are. You walk in, you’re family. I’ll hand-slice you some meat, slap down a half-sour, and let the soup do the talking. Wisdom doesn’t come from books — it comes from years behind the counter, watching people find a little peace with every bite.