1575 Central Street Denver, CO 80211-3920 (303) 561-3354
Sooooooooooooo, I love you Masterpiece Deli. I would marry you, if you weren’t such a slut, serving so many other people than just me. The first time I ate you, I had what I often refer to as the greatest fucking Cubano in the history of the world. I have said those words enough that a person or two has dared to beg to differ with me. I understand. The world does not revolve around my mortal opinions so, to those of you who do not believe that Masterpiece Deli is the greatest Deli in all the land I say to thee: Why don’t you go FUCK YOUR FACE with another sandwich. I prefer the delightful combination of slow roasted brined pork, genteel ham, aged swiss cheese, dill pickles, yellow mustard, garlic aioli on a shhhhhhh, delicately hearty brioche bun. I have had the one experience, where the pulled pork wasn’t as pulled as I might prefer. And I understand that is a major problem. The sandwich is so grand, only when everything presents itself perfectly, so that the gorgeous mustardy garlicy saucy stuff permeates through each and every strand of pork, HOWEVER, I still defend this as the greatest Cuban pork sandwich that as ever made love to my lips.
The Braised Brisket
sandwich is pretty bitchin as well. Melt in your mouth bitchin. This is the kind of sandwich that you
savor. You might find yourself saying
something like, “Yes, I have taken a bite, but I cannot simply chew, destroy
and swallow. Instead I prefer to allow the brisket ample time to soak into my
tongue so it can penetrate my soul through each taste bud.” You might say that.
Or you might say something totally different. I don’t speak for you. But I
should tell you this. Each sandwich is a
different experience. A momentous flash of exaltation and pure happiness. Or
what the kids are calling “totes fuckable”. I have myself a bestie who knows sandwiches as well as I. And she lives in the city of lost souls, and has taken me to many of the most glamorous of sandwich shops and authentic of delis. She basically creams her pants every time I mention that she might have another opportunity to eat the Italian sooooooooooooooo I think that says something.
GO THERE
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