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July 24: Taste of New York
Posted On: July 24, 2008 1:39 PM
Posted By: LauderBLOGGER
Related Subjects: Greater Fort Lauderdale
Earlier this week I was telling you about my experience last Sunday at the Isle Casino and Racing at Pompano Park, one of Broward’s racinos. Gwendolyn and I had gone there to scope out the place, play the slots a bit and have lunch. I’ve explained before that I’m no gambler and, to prove it, I confess here that our big slot experience involved the nickel machines. Woo-hoo! We considered playing the two-cent slots but decided, hey let’s live it up and go for the five-centers! We lost, of course. But the food – ah, that was a whole different thing. We definitely won when it came to our lunch. Because we discovered the delights of Myron’s Delicatessen, located on the ground floor of the huge casino. This restaurant really is a find, as far as I’m concerned. I would go to the Isle again for several reasons, but another meal at Myron’s would be toward the top of my list.
Once you walk inside Myron’s, you could be in some great midtown Manhattan deli. It’s classic. They even had a New York Yankees game playing on the televisions. Myron’s is named for the old-time comedian, Myron Cohen, who brought a charming Jewish sensibility to his humor. I remember seeing him on Johnny Carson and other TV shows of the 60s. I think Myron himself would feel much at home in his Pompano Beach deli.
Sitting in a booth, Gwendolyn and I looked over the extensive menu. It includes a glossary of deli delicacies, with definitions of foods such as latkes, pirogen and egg creams. All of those are available, of course, along with everything from kippered salmon to stuffed cabbage to brisket of beef. Myron’s also has burgers and less exotic fare for kids or the unadventurous. We decided to split a hot pastrami sandwich, lean, on rye bread – what else? We also ordered sauerkraut, latkes, which by the way are crispy pancakes made from potatoes. And naturally we finished with a chocolate egg cream. All I can say is, wow! Both of us were totally impressed. This food was as authentic and delicious as deli food gets. Anywhere. The sandwich was generous, lean and so tasty I could have eaten another half. The sauerkraut and latkes were, to my taste, about perfect. And the egg cream? Yum! Honestly, just writing about this is getting me all worked up and hungry. I feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs, conditioned to salivate at the mention of this deli’s name or something. If I appear as though I’m raving about this place, it’s for a good reason. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed by Myron’s. Obviously, I can’t wait to get back there myself. Right about now, I’d kill for a good pastrami on rye.
Once you walk inside Myron’s, you could be in some great midtown Manhattan deli. It’s classic. They even had a New York Yankees game playing on the televisions. Myron’s is named for the old-time comedian, Myron Cohen, who brought a charming Jewish sensibility to his humor. I remember seeing him on Johnny Carson and other TV shows of the 60s. I think Myron himself would feel much at home in his Pompano Beach deli.
Sitting in a booth, Gwendolyn and I looked over the extensive menu. It includes a glossary of deli delicacies, with definitions of foods such as latkes, pirogen and egg creams. All of those are available, of course, along with everything from kippered salmon to stuffed cabbage to brisket of beef. Myron’s also has burgers and less exotic fare for kids or the unadventurous. We decided to split a hot pastrami sandwich, lean, on rye bread – what else? We also ordered sauerkraut, latkes, which by the way are crispy pancakes made from potatoes. And naturally we finished with a chocolate egg cream. All I can say is, wow! Both of us were totally impressed. This food was as authentic and delicious as deli food gets. Anywhere. The sandwich was generous, lean and so tasty I could have eaten another half. The sauerkraut and latkes were, to my taste, about perfect. And the egg cream? Yum! Honestly, just writing about this is getting me all worked up and hungry. I feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs, conditioned to salivate at the mention of this deli’s name or something. If I appear as though I’m raving about this place, it’s for a good reason. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed by Myron’s. Obviously, I can’t wait to get back there myself. Right about now, I’d kill for a good pastrami on rye.
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