An Ode to Russ & Daughters
On the Lower East Side you live, where you’ve been since 1914,
you’ve seen the city through highs and lows, from behind a façade shaded white & green.
Unpretentious, never boastful, just a neon-lit fixture along Houston Street,
Let the tourists go to Katz’s, when I’m in town, I know where to eat.
I get a coffee, take a number and then wait for you to call me,
in the winter the store is a respite; in the summer, it gets quite balmy.
Just a few minutes now, as I look things over in the deli case and along the walls,
salty, briny, fatty treats await my decision, yet the smoked stuff inevitably calls.
I want caviar, I want herring, I want sable, I want lox…
but deep-down, I know that the smoked sturgeon truly rocks.
Yes, you have bagels (although from where, I do not know),
they seem too inflated, to bulky; I’d prefer ones from Montreal – let’s go!
Not complaining, so it’s a sesame with a scallion shmear, a few slices of sturgeon as well,
on the side: a few fillets of matjes, as well as mustard-dill herring, that would be swell.
On this trip, there will be no caviar, or smoked salmon salad or even a sweet,
like macaroons or rugelach – those treats will be bought next time, to share and to eat.
I love you Russ & Daughters, your appetizers make me feel like a little boy;
why don’t you do the right thing, and open a second store, in Chicago (Illinois)?
Russ & Daughters
179 E. Houston St., New York City
212-475-4880