Last week, Legal Sea Foods maven Roger Berkowitz took to the blogosphere to document his addiction to Chinese food. This week, he confesses to an even stronger vice: deli meats. We understand his passion (who doesn't love pastrami?), yet we also hope he perseveres where his colleagues Hemingway, Cheever, Capote, and Kerouac have failed. "I'm shaking as I write this!" he reveals in his latest missive, suggestively titled "My Substance of Choice," which recalls his rock-bottom moment at New York's iconic Carnegie Deli.
His devolution into the throes of powerlessness will be familiar to anyone who's enjoyed nine too many egg nogs at a holiday soiree or found themselves face-down in a bag of Fritos: "My problem was (is) once in front of a genuine Jewish deli latter, I inevitably lose control. I possess no cut-off mechanism. I just keep eating till its gone."
Thus weakened but hopeful nonetheless, he took his family to the Carnegie Deli, vowing to order only a turkey club. Alas, it was not to be:
Once seated the plate of sour and half sour pickles came and I felt myself losing control. When it came time to order, I had completely forgotten my turkey club vow, and went instead for the Fressers Delight: two pounds of deli including corned beef, rolled beef and tongue with swiss and coleslaw, piled six inches high on white rye ... My family watched in horror as I just kept eating. When finished, I sat there dazed and bloated and gastronomically distressed.
While we chuckle at his wry look at deli addiction, we also hope he gets help. Surely there's a twelve-step program for this kind of problem. Or he could just go to Katz's, where the sandwiches are (a little) smaller.