Without enough time for a sit-down and order and be served sort of meal, I needed lunch yesterday, and remembered the City Market on NW 21st. Just walking into City Market makes me happy. The smells on the way in are a glorious confusion of the flowers that sort of spill out the doorway and across the sidewalk in their buckets, and once inside, I inhale deeply, feeling my whole body drinking in the scents of their own specialty meats, the gorgeous produce, and some hard to find pastries, all wrapped up in very little square footage of store space.
But I wasn't there just to sniff appreciatively. I was there for the oddly satisfying Parisiene sandwich and a bottle of Orangina. The sandwich is a very small baguette containing some aromatic prosciutto, some cheese, and some mustard, and that is it. That's all. Nothing else to muck up the flavors, and absolutely perfect for a quick midday pick me up. A good deli is a beautiful thing.
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