Most people seem to really like Lassen & Hennigs. The only two knocks I hear about the place are that 1) it's too pricey. It's not cheap, but nothing in Brooklyn Heights is cheap. It's definitely cheaper than going to most restaurants. And 2) the food used to be better a year or two ago. I have no way of knowing if this is true, but I've heard enough people say it that I tend to believe there is some validity to it.
So I went back two days later and got another container. It was drenched in mayo and that was the only flavor I tasted. Damn. I'll probably try it for a third time, but I have this nagging feeling it will be like the latter time, not the former.
Last weekend I went across the street to get us lunch. Elizabeth wanted a chicken salad sandwich but added that she only wanted it on a roll, she did not want a wrap. In the cold case of assembled sandwiches, they only had the wrap, so I went up to the deli counter and ordered a "Jamaica Height" - a chicken salad sandwich with the addition of bacon. That sounded a little strange to me, but, whatever. If she didn't like the bacon should could take it off.
It turns out she loved the crispy bacon, and she gave me a bite so I could try it too. It was great. I never would have thought to put bacon on a chicken salad sandwich, but it was really good.
Remember in Apollo 13 when Tom Hanks's car stalls and he says to his wife: "That's the second time it's done that"?
Well, my brother refused to accept that that could be a throwaway line. He thought there was some deeper mystery to it, like perhaps if you could solve the riddle of exactly what is behind the words, you would understand some kind of foreshadowing for what was about to happen to the Apollo.
Well, when I got that Jamaica Heights sandwich for Elizabeth, I also got myself the above turkey and cole slaw wrap. And it was fine, but a touch on the dry side. So I went into to the fridge and found a bottle of Grey Poupon mustard with white wine. I squeeze some out, but for some reason it came out diagonally and dripped on the table. I cleaned it up and ate.
Nothing. Crickets chirping.
But I emailed the anecdote to my brother and he appreciated it.