The Deli Meets Daily

WANT ADS

COUNTERMAN WANTED—Must slice thin, talk fast, and know a regular by the back of his hat. References from at least one grandmother. Apply in person, mornings.

FOR SALE—Meat slicer, blade true, motor hums in B-flat. Owner retiring to Boca. $40 firm, and I will not be haggled by a man who orders his gabagool thick.

TO LET—Two rooms above a bakery, Bay Ridge. Smells like heaven, priced like highway robbery. Steam heat. No musicians.

HELP WANTED—Somebody to argue about bread with. Tuesdays. Strong opinions required, weak ones corrected free of charge.

PERSONALS

GENTLEMAN, 34, owns his own apron, seeks someone who laughs with the whole face. I make a Sunday gravy that has ended arguments. Serious inquiries only, the meatballs are not a joke. Box 12.

WOMEN SEEKING MEN—With a big appetite and a lot of good stories to tell. Must enjoy lingering over lunch and know that the best part of any meal is the person across the table. Box 062.

TO THE WOMAN AT THE COUNTER TUESDAY—You took ticket 41, I took 42. I should have said something. If you read this, I still eat there Thursdays. —A Regular

NOTICES

WALK-INS WELCOME—The back room is open. Pull a ticket at the counter above, make a profile, take a number. Regulars sign in here.

CREDIT WHERE DUE—Sent by a member? Use their link and the house remembers who vouched for you. Otherwise, just come in.

LOST—One appetite, last seen shortly before Tuesday's meatball special. Reward if returned unused.

FOUND—Wedding ring, men's, in the sawdust by the register. Describe the sandwich you ordered and it's yours.