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Now you've done it.

My hungry brain just had a rush of hot knish with mustard and perhaps one of the meat on a stick toped with a roll.

It is not the old faded romances or the kinetic energy, but the food that I miss most about New York.

My God how hard would it be to recreate a descent corned beef sandwich about the thickness of your fist and sell it for (you name the price) - they would have my money.

Excuse my while a pour a little Crown Royal and get in my story telling mode.

Ahhh - the purple bag has been violated and the magical brew is soaking on the ice.

Anyway..... My last return to Texas was decades ago, but remains vivid in my mind.

Home from the City to visit friends in Austin and out late one Saturday night, I decided to take the gang out for a late night Pastrami sandwich and beer. Which is just about the perfect end to any nice night.

An hour later and very frustrated we settled on (Huck stops for a sip of the Crown) chicken fried steak and fries - a meal that seemed available at every corner.

But a nice sandwich and pickle, no way, unless of course your expectation of a sandwich is greatly diminished.

This story really does have a point and here it is:

You don't realize how your world has expanded until it is put in your face.

At 2am in the City we could have gone to hundreds of wonderful delis and cafes.

Some little switch clicked in my mind and I never looked at Texas the same, hardly ever went back and even on the West Coast it is the smells and flavors of Manhattan that I do miss.

Huck