NY Diary 3: Thomas Hardy’s ‘I look into my glass’

Phil reciting ‘I look into my glass’ by Thomas Hardy in Sarge’s Deli 548 3rd Avenue.

Not Large’s – Sarges!

Enid took us to her home ground, down on the lower east side where Sarges is her home deli – corned beef hash with eggs over was attempted by the Stube, a ridiculous no-contest. Have you seen her? She’s a sparrow! Yet see how she wields that lint-roller!

Phil ordered chopped liver and pastrami on rye – it came, he saw and conquered. The pickles were another story – that follows later.

Jane had hot brisket and onions – feh! Vegetarians beware.