Last week, Legal Sea Foods maven Roger Berkowitz took to the blogosphere to document his addiction to Chinese food. This week, he confesses to an even stronger vice: deli meats. We understand his passion (who doesn’t love pastrami?), yet we also hope he perseveres where his colleagues Hemingway, Cheever, Capote, and Kerouac have failed. “I’m shaking as I write this!” he reveals in his latest missive, suggestively titled “My Substance of Choice,” which recalls his rock-bottom moment at New York’s iconic Carnegie Deli.
While we chuckle at his wry look at deli addiction, we also hope he gets help. Surely there’s a twelve-step program for this kind of problem. Or he could just go to Katz’s, where the sandwiches are (a little) smaller.
My Substance of Choice [Boston Herald]
Earlier: Is Roger Berkowitz Heinz’s Newest Spokesman?
Once seated the plate of sour and half sour pickles came and I felt myself losing control. When it came time to order, I had completely forgotten my turkey club vow, and went instead for the “Fresser’s Delight:” two pounds of deli including corned beef, rolled beef and tongue with swiss and coleslaw, piled six inches high on white rye … My family watched in horror as I just kept eating. When finished, I sat there dazed and bloated and gastronomically distressed.
While we chuckle at his wry look at deli addiction, we also hope he gets help. Surely there’s a twelve-step program for this kind of problem. Or he could just go to Katz’s, where the sandwiches are (a little) smaller.
My Substance of Choice [Boston Herald]
Earlier: Is Roger Berkowitz Heinz’s Newest Spokesman?