spooning week

Welcome readers to the magical world of Weekday Deli and Salad.

Let's give some background, shall we?
Weekday Deli and Salad (all caps) was born many moons ago in the shadows of downtown Manhattan. In the perpetual search for (spiritual) sustenance, our writers found themselves in quite a predicament when they entered a deli that claimed to have salad, but in fact did not. Salad bar only on weekdays. That, and a couple of weird occurrences, and Weekday Deli and Salad was born. We went back to class that day and wrote a 9-page memoir about our experiences, but sadly, as the old adage goes, notebooks do not scan so well. Thus this has been almost a year in the making.

This week, the last week before vacation is really over, your writers went on a day trip to New Haven, CT after one of our friends saw the town featured on the Food Network. The world's first hamburger (1895) and the world's first slice of pizza (yeah, don't know) were born there. So, what better plan for your average Tuesday than to drive 2 hours in a hot car without A/C to New Haven and eat?

We arrived to New Haven, after a brief but remarkable stop in Bridgeport (pit stop in City Hall since Bob's Furniture and the Steakhouse had hours notably similar to Deli and Weekday Salad). We arrived to find Louis' Hamburgers closed. Padlocked. Disgustingly uninviting. We asked the policeman strolling down the block what was up. He told us, in a matter-of-fact manner, so as to imply that we should definitely have been aware, that it was the "counting of the spoons" that happens once a year. The place never closes except for this one week in August. And it closes for spooning.

DEJECTED, we departed, and after a brief tour of Yale campus [the #1 rule is no Yaling - keep your voices down; this is a college], we got back into the car for a truly majestic three-hour drive back through New York traffic.