Montana Jones

The good food store.

Ever been to the good food store in Missoula? I had lunch at their deli recently. I ordered the Ruben. After ordering there is plenty of time to stand around and wait. Take a few orbits of the salad bar and try to look interested in the wholesome, natural, organic, recycled, caring about the world, foodstuffs. When in fact all that is really interesting is "when am I getting my grub, I'm starving here." Apparently there is plenty to care about, many fashionable hippies are wandering about taking a great interest in product labels. The store thrives in a sort of orderly chaos. The lines for the cashier appear to be informal. There are plenty of opportunities to get out of the way of the natural fiber wearing little 'ol ladies pushing their shopping carts right through the queue. I wondered about the ethics of leaning against the salad bar, and how many other hippies parked their butts right next to the romaine while waiting for the deli to deliver up their sandwichy goodness?

After finally getting my grub, paying, and seating I take a big famished chomp out of my sandwich to discover they made it with roast beef. Who the hell makes a Ruben with roast beef? I did not like the idea of carrying my plate back through the throng of earthy patrons, wait for a deli guy to have time for me and explain to him that a Ruben is made with pastrami or occasionally corned beef. The thought of waiting there next to the salad bar for another short eternity while they got it right made my skin itch. I ate the damn sandwich. I was starved. It was either the worst Ruben I have ever been served, or the nastiest roast beef sandwich I ever ate. Leave it to a vegetarian hippy to screw up a simple meat sandwich.

Posted by: Montana Jones / 7:44 AM