Big City Delicatessen

You know how sometimes you order something that you’ve had a million times before, but somehow it just seems better this time around? Case in point: Big City Deli.

Housed in the same building as the new‐and‐improved Kahn’s Fine Wines on Keystone Ave (they moved a few blocks south of the old location), the employees were so friendly and eager to please.

Chris opted for a classic Chicago style hot dog and wow. Again, it was something he’d had many times before, but something about the bright neon green of the relish or the way the dog popped when you bit into it or the poppy seeds pattered to the table… this was a goooooood dog. Read the rest of this entry

McAlister’s Deli

We decided to try this southern sandwich chain, mainly because we were both too tired to fix dinner, it was a new restaurant for us, and I’m still trying desperately to stick to Weight Watchers, so I was hoping for something on the lighter side.

We were greeted by a most friendly man at the counter. He was very patient with us, first while we squinted up at the menu, then while I opted to hold the swiss and mayo and switch my wheatberry bread for sourdough. What started out as a sandwich called “The Patriot” essentially got whittled down to smoked turkey. A dollop of cranberry‐orange sauce was the only thing that really made this stand out from any other sandwich at any other deli, but it was a nice touch.

Chris’s Muffaletta (or half of one, which was plenty big) had chunky green olives, ham, salami, and provolone. Not excessively greasy, he “could have stood to see more mustard”, and wanted to reccommend the bread be “a little more nasty”, read: more sour! He seemed to enjoy it pretty well, though.

After all the hemming and hawing about “on the side” and “hold any product that could potentially contain fat”, there was no way I could have ordered dessert, but the brownies and the blondie sundaes and the (sigh) Kentucky pie all sounded pretty tasty, even though the chances of homemade goodness were pretty slim.

So, for some people didn’t want to cook, we were fairly satisfied. I’m not sure if there was anything there that would beckon us to return with any great haste…it’s a lot like trying to review a Subway restaurant (only without Jared, thank goodness).

Illinois Street Food Emporium

This bustling neighborhood bakery and deli serves everything from healthy sprouts and tomatoes on grainy bread to tall mousse cakes with chocolate shavings resembling Beyoncés hair. The turkey, bacon, and avocado croissant was an instant favorite with us. Vegetable soup was hearty and perfect for a rainy day (and I bet it would have been good even if it had been sunny). While seemingly a perfect spot for a Sunday brunch, they unfortunately do not serve this meal. Whole desserts are available for take‐out, however, so you can still get your fix.

Elbow Room Pub & Deli

Owned by the same folks who take credit for the Aristocrat and Union Jack’s, the Elbow Room serves equally tasty food with a break from standard pub fare. Try Sunday brunch with live jazz. Their omelettes rank up there (though not nearly to Cafe Patachou standards) and the begnies (I know I spelled that wrong) are tasty as well. Plus, who can resist cheese, potatoes, and onions on a Sunday morning?

Shapiro’s Deli

One of the Indianapolis institutions. Deli sandwiches piled higher than your mouth is able to open. Soup, bread, and whatnot. Count on a noisy, busy experience, but that’s the point