In my handwriting on a scrap of paper found on the floor today:
“A sole-shaped knish sold outside the train station.”
There’s also a phone number, NOT in my handwriting. I haven’t a clue. Looks like someone’s food memory, a la Nora Ephron’s recent ode to Hungarian whatever on the op-ed pages of the New York Times, but “sole-shaped knish” didn’t come up on Google. I am a sucker for a good food tip. (Go back and read Ed Levine’s piece on chicken soup for the Times, assuming it’s still on line.)
“A sole-shaped knish” is not “Shaved meats, piled high,” my all-time favorite menu entry, but it’s still pretty evocative. Although I suppose a “soul-shaped knish” would be more evocative still.
Meanwhile, on a vacant storefront in South Baltimore, home recently to Bruno’s, a sub and wing joint: “BUISNESS OPPERTUNITY.” Teaching spelling, I suppose.