Thanks to everyone who tipped me off on this one. From the Daily News:
That’s the Carnegie Deli’s creation of salami, corned beef, pastrami, bacon, lettuce, tomato and Russian dressing on something like six pieces of rye, if you’re playing at home. Presumably, these elements somehow capture the essence of Carmelo Anthony. And credit the Carnegie Deli: Last night I caught a highlight of ‘Melo nailing a pretty 18-foot fadeaway, and it really made me think of pastrami.
Since you’ve asked: I probably won’t eat that sandwich. I understand it’s all the rage right now and it represents the rare intersection of sandwiches and sports (outside of this blog, of course), but that’s not really an edible sandwich you see above. That’s like six vaguely edible sandwiches. And sure, you could go in with three friends and ask for extra rye and deconstruct the sandwich so you all get reasonable portions of all the ingredients. I get that. But that’s like cheating on behalf of the place you’re paying $22 for a sandwich.
Look: I appreciate the Carnegie Deli for all it has done for lunchmeats and celebrities through the years, but there’s no art to piling up all the meats in the house sky high and naming it after the city’s newest famous sports hero. That’s gimmickry. Amateur hour.
I, for one, would like to eat a carefully constructed sandwich that evokes the understated elegance of Carlos Beltran at his best, or a burrito that embodies the transcendent dominance of Darrelle Revis.
Who will make me Revis: The Burrito? Not the heavy-handed vulgarians responsible for the Carmelo Anthony sandwich, that’s for sure.