I’m sure you’ve all experienced the sadness brought by the
end of a love affair. The feelings of
pain and sadness can be overwhelming. It
is especially devastating when it happens out of the blue. One day you feel everything is fine and
without warning, the focus of your affections turns away. The emptiness can be devastating. Previously unknown depths of depression cage
your heart and no moment of your life is spared the intrusive pain.
The days are filled with memories of your time
together. Your fingers curl in memory of
the way you caressed those soft, warm buns.
Obsessive visions of those perfectly tender loins haunt
your soul. Your lips and tongue yearn
for the taste that is now only a memory.
San Marcos is clearly a lonelier place.
A couple of weeks ago, in need of some epicurial
companionship, I drove to the Food Court at the Edwards Cinema. With my anticipation piqued, I entered to
find my favorite sandwich shop a dark, hollow cave now blocked by steel
mesh. Capriotti’s sandwich shop had
closed its doors. Nooooo! I was
devastated.
If you had never experienced the “Capistrami” sandwich, it’s
too late now (unless you find another store, they are a franchise operation) to
experience the tender, succulent, perfect pastrami. No longer will you be able to suck the juice
out of the coleslaw that graced the artisan bread. No more Russian dressing to lick from your
fingers.
I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed as I write this; struggling to
hold back the tears. The emotions are
just too strong, so I will leave you with this short missive to perhaps reminisce
on your own losses.
I will not say goodbye, as someday I may stumble upon a
sibling store, so until then, fino a
quando vedo ancora.
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