I was not disappointed. Stepping through the door was like being transported 3,000 miles to the land of my birth - the booths were cruddy, the light was dim, there were shuffling old people complaining that the coffee wasn't hot enough, and sassy waitresses with hair styles from another decade. But oh, the food!
The menu was an intensely familiar laminated piece of paper with a zillion deli specials on it that I haven't seen since leaving the Frigid East. The coffee was bitter and bad, and just like home. I had a bagel with cream cheese and smoked salmon - it came with onions, pickles, olives, lettuce, tomato and a wedge of lemon just like at home. The bagel was huge, and crusty on the outside and chewy on the inside. The fish (and all of their lox) were imported from New York City, and tasted divine.
I'm happy that I've found this place, whenever I want a little taste of home - no matter how shoddy it may look, how rude the people are - I can take a trip for the cost of brunch. If they just made decent hoagies, I'd be in heaven.