date:Feb 17, 2013
City, one fixture was always a good deli.
Jackson Heights' local deli was Murray's, and it became my daily coffee/snack/lunch place before squeezing into the F train for my commute to Manhattan for work.
Run by the eponymous Murray, he was an unbelievably jovial owner, considering the abusive tack of some of the clientele. Lean, Murray. I said lean! followed by, That's too lean - I don't want dry meat! and continuing, Why so thick? (Replace with thin or medium.)
It seemed no matter how Murra