April 24, 2006
The District Attorney
They say that 50% of people gain weight after getting an office job. And since I was that plumb percent who did, I thought I'd get on some kinda exercise regiment during my indefinate days off. Starting off light, I decide to take a brisk walk up the hill toward the chinatown perimeter, past the eastside italian market. And thats when trouble occurred.
I'm a big fan of meat. Any kind. And the more kinds the better. There is this new sandwich at the Eastside Market (so old school, it doesn't even have a website) called the D.A. My favorite there is the no 7 made up of roast beef and pastrami. But now they upped it. This crazy thing has 4, four! FORE! kinds of bovine and pork - and like the strata of earth soil, you can see each layer of roast beef, pastrami, and sausage. The meatball is hidden toward the rear of the sandwich (at first I thought they ripped me off but after taking enough bites, I hit the jackpot!). They sandwich spread is actually a marinara tomato sauce with green peppers. The bread is a french roll which I think they just throw in so they can technically call it a "sandwich". But is it good. Oh yea. Your taste bud is going, "Hey, tender pastrami with a slight bite, oh wait, thats some fine firm roast beef in there, oh shit, theres another something else going on, its freaking sausage...and just when you think its done, thats the garlic strong meatball!!!! My mouth was convulsing in joy. I should have smoked a cigarette after I finished but instead, I rolled over and went to sleep.
So what is this thing called "exercise?" I don't know but I did have a 1 calorie tab for my beverage. Thats helpful isn't it?