Wagshals, the famed and cramped delicatessen in Northwest DC, serves up some excellent sandwiches. The sub rolls are chewy on the inside and crackly on the outside; the meats are high quality and stacked high. For about $7 you get one of the best deli sandwiches in the area. While B is actually able to take a weekday lunch break here, I only get to sample the fare on weekends.
We headed up there today, and considering the wait -- we were number 55 and they were calling 21! -- it moved relatively quickly. My Italian cold cut sandwich was excellent with tangy peppers and hard salami with cracked peppercorns pulling the whole thing together. B definitely enjoyed his turkey with cole slaw and Russian dressing.
But the most entertaining part of lunch today was not the sandwiches, but the conversation at a table behind us. Wagshals is in a very affluent neighborhood adjacent to American University--Spring Hill is where Tenleytown meets the Palisades. The Mom, Dad, two kids, and grandparents (presumably out-of-town visitors) were agonizing over what to order:
Grandmother to the Mom: "What do you eat?"
40ish Mom (skinny lady in yoga pants): "I don't eat."
Grandmother looks perplexed.
Mom's deadpan reply: "We come here every Saturday. They eat. I don't eat."
One thing is for sure. I may not be a Mom, and I am all for physical fitness, but if I ever become a mother and take my kids to a place every Saturday and my husband and kids eat, I will too; hell, even if they don't I will eat. Especially if it's Wagshals.
So go for the sandwiches; the side of inane conversation is gratis.