Last night, after a few spirited games of backgammon with an old friend, my stomach started to alert me of its emptiness. Being of an inquisitive mind I asked, “Hey you old sand-bagging son of a … Where can the backgammon champion of the east-side fill his belly with a variety of delectable meats pressed between two slabs of the wonderful marriage of yeast and wheat?” He responded to me, “You are the devil incarnate. Your query is a good one however. I would recommend the new Black and White on North Avenue. They have wonderful sandwiches. I recommend the pepper steak. It makes your mouth feel as good as your foot does when putting on that perfectly sized new blucher.”

Heeding his advice I journeyed towards Black and White in anticipation of a sandwich so good it would remind me of my days of drinking port, and yachting on the Caspian see. Upon entering Black and White I was quite pleased as aromas of meats, cheeses, and fried potatoes filled my nose like a reverse volcano. The comely young woman behind the counter wondered as to what exactly it was I would care to feast upon. I quickly ordered the pepper steak sandwich with excitement. My mouth was watering, my palms were sweating and my pupils were enlarged, as I sipped on some of the finest Dew from the Mountains. After just a few minutes, the chef emerged from behind the counter toting his masterpiece. I ate it with glee, and it was wonderful. The steak was juicy and hot. So hot in fact it reminded me of two rats mating in a wool sock. The green peppers, onions, and cheesy sauce were like scenes of gratuitous nudity in comedic films; they just made everything better.

After eating this wonderful sandwich I was quite satisfied, but I felt like something in my life was still missing. That missing space could only be filled by the perfect deli sandwich. I have eaten at Fulbeli Deli in Koppa’s, and I have dined at Benji’s to the north, but neither had really smacked me in the face and forced me to shout my safe word, “Bananorama!”

Hey you! Yes you! Sitting in front of your computer reading this babbling of an-unsatisfied sandwich lover, where do I go? Where can I possibly find the holy grail of deli sandwiches in the Milwaukee area? Where can I find a shaved ham sandwich piled high on fresh rye bread, smothered in a rich stone ground brown mustard? Please leave your responses below.

Good Day,

Mr. Kint

“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist”