Jerry's Famous Deli
10923 Weyburn Avenue (between Broxton and Westwood Boulevard)
Los Angeles, CA 90024
On a three-day Holiday weekend, Sunday is the new Saturday. And that means we go here and there and every where, out celebrating until the cows come home. Moo!
And partying means that our little bit of Vietnamese party fuel at Hanoi Cafe late Sunday afternoon only gets as far as two citron/sodas that are actually the Sunday night equivalent of four. Gotta love those double dose drinks Here ;)
And four citron/sodas means that at 3 a.m., this poor partied-out soul needed some serious homestyle hangover prevention.
Since Benito and I are on healthy hiatus, that only left Westwood on our route home, but apparently, Sunday is the new Saturday only for bars, clubs, their victims, but not for the usual naughty nosh spots. Enzo’s Pizzeria was closed. Argh. So did that mean? No. Really? Were we going to eat at Jerry’s Famous Deli?
Good gracious, Jerry and I have been on a hiatus like my Benito’s break ever since I realized that they were grossly pillaging my pocketbook for banana pancakes that probably should have cost about one-fifth of the list price. And what a feat that I even found the price, buried among the nine billion other things on their Torah of a menu. I mean really, do you have to list every variation of eggs as a separate item on the menu?
But boozers can’t be choosers, so we promptly parked the car on Weyburn – amazed that we were even able to find such an incredible spot – and dashed across the street into Jerry’s. Parking! That alone makes up for the menu.
I didn’t have it in me to even look at the menu. Yes, the menu is that bad that I have to keep mentioning it in a negative way. I reached deep into my memory – five, no, ten? years back and tried to pull out something, anything from the menu in my memory so I wouldn’t have to open that monstrosity and actually pain my eyes with it. There it was. Pastrami Reuben! Get a half sandwich, with fries! Perfect. Pastrami Reuben is one of my all-time favorites, and I was sure that I was too happily buzzed to notice if Jerry did anything to screw it up. And fries. Who screws up fries?
The sandwich was good. The fries were good. But what made the evening was a last-minute order of chicken noodle soup. What I should have gotten was the matzo ball soup, which I love almost as much as a big fat Reuben, but then again, I didn’t want to have to compare theirs to my own and smack them down so embarrassingly like that ;)
And so again, I make my argument that home-style soups are the best hangover prevention ever. Not to say that I wasn’t hungover the next morning, and not to say that Jerry’s is the best. But even when I do get the best, from Al Gelato, I'm still slightly hungover. (Oh my, I am sensing a Chicken Fight, version Soup-point-oh in the works) But, I could have caved in and gone *gasp!* back to Benito’s, and that kind of regretful aftermath would have been a forehead-smacker. Given the options, Jerry’s was, like they say about Presidents, the lesser of two evils.