Collation Express

I didn’t know what to expect walking into this small place two blocks from work. Yesterday a flyer was left on my windshield. The flyer included as disparate fare as smoke meat sandwich to falafel sandwich, something called fatayer to something called Pizza au thym. The picture of cheese pizza didn’t look like anything from little Italy. The smoke meat sandwich on the flyer drew me to the place, so I went in today.
It’s small – four tables and three high stools at the window counter. It seems like the place is a one-​man show. The menu was on the walls. He does a «Papa breakfast». Again more discord in categories of food. I guess you can also buy deli stuff as well. The neighborhood comes under a strong middle Eastern influence and by the selection of dishes on offer, I assume the busy man behind the counter is from that region. The place was spotlessly clean. I felt bad because I tracked in slush on my boots.
My sandwich was made on the spot. A smoke meat is not rocket science, but attention to detail is appreciated: the meat was very thinly sliced (almost shaved) as I like it. It was warmed. The Rye bread was fresh, the mustard just the right amount. I got a whole crunchy dill pickle and a hash brown. (It seemed he doesn’t serve fries – perhaps no deep fryer – the hash brown was toasted). Throw in a can of Coke and you have a lunch for $ 7.50.
I’ll be going back to try some more adventuresome selections.