That’s right – I’m back in the Turkey Sandwich game. This time, I’m doing it East Coast-style because I’ve relocated to Delaware. That’s a good and bad thing. Bad in that Delaware doesn’t have that many sandwich shops, mostly because there aren’t that many people here. It’s GOOD in that I live two hours from Philly, Baltimore and DC and that should provide me with some good solid sandwich opportunities.
For the time being, let’s start this comeback with a home-grown, Delaware sandwich shop: Casapulla’s Deli in Rehoboth Beach. I was drawn to this place mostly because they are a proud Boar’s Head deli – and you know how I get with Boar’s Head. They didn’t have an awesome selection of deli meats, but it was good enough, especially since I haven’t had all that many Turkey Sandwiches lately. I decided to go with the peppered turkey and proceeded to order. I threw the girl at the counter for a loop when I told here I didn’t want mayo or oil on my sandwich. She gave me just a little bit of attitude and said “you just want it dry?” I politely said, “yes, please.” She kinda scrunched her nose like I had just asked her to sprinkle boogers on my sandwich and punched the order.
That’s right, GIRL. I like like my Turkey Sandwiches DRY. Some people don’t mind a little friction and there isn’t anything wrong with that. For example, my friend, John Darren Allen likes to masturbate dry. No lube, no lotion. Dry as a bone. Sure, I’ll lube my Turkey Sandwich up with some deli mustard every once in a while. As for Darren, he told me that he ONLY gets his pulls dry. That’s weird to me, but it’s none of my business, just like it’s none of that girl’s business if I like my Turkey Sandwich dry.
In case you’re wondering about the sandwich, it was pretty good dry, thankyouverymuch. Good bread, good cheese, good turkey and the peppers gave it a just the right amount of lubricant.