Bonus sandwich!

This may disappoint the great kendynamo.

The sandwich: Turkey Joe from the Millburn Deli, Millburn, N.J.

The construction: Sliced turkey with Swiss cheese, Russian dressing and cole slaw on sourdough rye bread. There are three slices of bread in all — I believe it goes bread>turkey>bread>cheese>cole slaw>dressing>bread — and the sandwich is cut into thirds.

Important background information: The Millburn Delicatessen is a beautiful place, and something of a sandwich oasis. It’s also not terrible far out of the way when traveling from Westchester to DC, assuming you’re circumventing the five boroughs by starting on the Tappan Zee Bridge.

There are bright colors and delicious-looking meats and pre-made sandwiches everywhere. Everything in there says amazing deli. Only thing is, I struggled to figure out their system — they had a red take-a-number thing with an LED sign, but as soon as I came in one of the deli men asked for my order. But I wasn’t ready!

This happens to me sometimes: I panic. As a former deli man myself, I want so badly to accommodate my brethren behind the counter that I just sort of blurt out an order instead of carefully considering what it is I really want. I remember it being something of a pain in the ass when I would have to wait on someone who couldn’t make up his mind, so I overcompensate and often wind up costing myself.

That’s how I came to the Turkey Joe. It seemed like the Sloppy Joes are the thing to get at the Millburn Deli, and turkey was the first one on the list. Sort of a choke-job on my part.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: Like cole slaw. There’s turkey and cheese in there somewhere, and if I think about it I can kind of pick out the creamy sweetness of the Russian dressing, plus the bread is soft, fresh and excellent. But the overwhelming flavor here is unmistakably the cole slaw that’s dripping out the sides of the sandwich and onto my pants.

That’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s really good cole slaw — I’m guessing it’s housemade, and it’s definitely not the soggy shreds that come out of big plastic jugs at many delis. The cabbage maintains its crunch and its got a nice, sweet, vinegary flavor to it.

But someone tell me: Is the big revelation here just that cole slaw is really good on a sandwich? Because I knew that already. And beyond that, it’s hard to figure what’s special about the Turkey Joe here. Again, that’s not to say it isn’t tasty; it is. I guess I’m just eager to know why it’s considered a destination sandwich by so many in Jersey.

Dividing the sandwich into three is a nice touch. Creating triangles rather than squares gives the eater better angles at which to bite into the sandwich, a concept I toyed with way back in Sandwich Week.

I suppose I should note something about the extra slice of bread in the middle of the sandwich — club-sandwich style — which I support in principle because screw Atkins. But the bread was thin enough, and weighed down enough by the massive heap of cole slaw, that it was difficult to distinguish on the inside of the sandwich.

What it’s worth: I think it cost $7.25, and there was a lot of sandwich here. I was only able to eat two of the three sections in my first sitting, which meant I was able to eat more — and get more cole slaw on my pants — around the time I hit Baltimore.

How it rates: 76 out of 100. A tasty and well-constructed sandwich, but static in flavor. Needs bacon.

Raymond Felton’s sad party

Tuesday night, TR Luxury and Get It Done Entertainment sponsored a “Welcome to the New York” party for the Knicks’ new point guard, Raymond Felton. According to the event’s invitations, it would be hosted by “the New York Knicks and Amar’e Stoudemire.” This was not so.

Stoudemire never showed up for the Tuesday night bash at Taj – and with fair reason, it seems. He had no idea it was happening….

Felton wasn’t drinking and appeared uninterested in the scantily clad ladies who flanked him. He did pose for photos with rapper Freeky Zekey of Dipset, and afterward the two exchanged numbers. But that was as edgy as things got. During a brief chat, Felton sounded like what he really wanted to do was just hit the couch like Amar’e.

“Stay home,” he replied when asked what he likes to do in the city. “I like to stay home and watch movies because it’s too cold to go out here. I’m not used to this weather.”

Gatecrasher, N.Y. Daily News.

You really need to click through and read this full article because the excerpt doesn’t do it justice. It reads like something out of The Onion.

Essentially, the party was billed as an Amar’e Stoudemire-hosted “Welcome to New York” bash for Felton, only no one told Stoudemire about it and he was home watching Californication and Tweeting about it.

And Gatecrasher describes it as if the party sucked and Felton was essentially despondent, uninterested in scantily clad women or alcohol, and telling everyone he’d prefer to be home in front of his TV like Amar’e.

Gosh, such typical NBA players. Just a bunch of homebodies.

Later in the article, the party is described as “sad,” and Felton defends Justin Bieber from the M.S.G. fans that booed him.

Hooray!

I know it pained Gary Apple to recap this, and probably whoever cut the clips too. Like 75% of people in sports broadcasting went to Syracuse. Sucks to be you right now, 75% of the people who work here.

Remembering Rick Reed, even if the video games didn’t

Patrick Flood continues his countdown of the greatest Mets of all time with No. 27, Rick Reed, who crossed the picket line during Spring Training in 1995 and was thus excluded from MLBPA-licensed video games. I remember John Franco had a great quote when the Mets’ clubhouse finally came around to Reed in 1997 — something about it being hard to hold a grudge when a guy’s got an ERA under 2 (as Reed did until early June that season).

File under: Not-cool things to say to someone

I went to the Georgetown-Providence game on Saturday. Every time I go to a Hoyas game in DC, I have to scramble to find a ticket in the young-alumni section, where my friends all sit. Usually it involves a bunch of emails to people I don’t really know and a whole lot of scrounging.

This time, I was able to score one off a friend of a friend. Long story short, I had to meet his roommate outside the Verizon Center to get the physical ticket. It was cold and drizzling and the roommate didn’t show up until about 10 minutes after tipoff.

So when I finally get to my seat I’m reasonably wet and a bit flustered, trying to figure out which row I’m in and what seat I have and keep an eye on the game at the same time. When I identify my correct row and spot my seat, four seats in from the aisle, the guy on the aisle says, “TED!”

It turns out it’s a dude I know pretty well and hung out with a bunch in college, but I haven’t seen him in years. And in the interim, he’s lost some weight, grown a beard, and lost all of the once-longish hair he used to have on top of his head. Like I said, I’m a bit discombobulated as it is, so it takes me a second to recognize the guy — just long enough that he has to remind me who he is (exactly as I’m putting it all together), something that makes me feel like kind of a jackass since I know this guy pretty well and he’s an extremely nice dude.

Then to make matters worse, when trying to excuse myself for not instantly recognizing him, I say: “Dude, I didn’t recognize you without all the hair!”

Yikes.

His friends got a pretty good laugh out of it and he seemed to think it was pretty funny too, especially since it was immediately clear I didn’t mean to behave like a comedy villain. Plus he pulls off his baldness pretty well, so hopefully it’s not something he’s all that self-conscious about.