Posted by Adam Kuban, April 5, 2008 at 2:30 PM
Good magazine rounds up a list of the seven most delicious stretches of pavement in the United States. And they're all cheap eats. Making the cut are:
- Roosevelt Avenue, Queens, New York
- Travis Street, Houston
- Fremont Avenue North, Seattle
- Broadway, Chicago
- Southwest 8th Street, Miami
- Nolensville Road, Nashville
- West Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles
Did your favorite eats street get snubbed?
Posted by Zach Brooks, April 2, 2008 at 1:45 PM

If you are in Miami, Florida and looking to eat the "best sandwich," you'd be hard pressed (terrible pun intended) to find something better than a Cubano. Sliced pork, ham, cheese, mustard and pickles, ironed flat inside a French-style Cuban bread—it's a near perfect creation. I say near perfect because you will always find that person from Tampa who insists on salami, but in all my years growing up in Miami, genoa was something you got on an Italian sub, not on a Cuban. Salami or not, it's about as serious as sandwiches get.
And yet, this past weekend when I was visiting Miami, I found myself craving a totally different pressed sandwich. A sandwich whose soul is about as far away from Calle Ocho as you can get, and possibly my earliest memory of eating what we would now refer to as a "Serious Sandwich": the pressed duck sandwich from the Deli Lane Cafe in South Miami.
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Posted by Ed Levine, March 26, 2008 at 4:45 PM
Wolfie's Rascal House, the last deli left standing in Miami, Florida, is closing its doors Sunday, according to the great chronicler of all things deli-related, David Sax.
Mr. Sax says on his site:
The Rascal House, arguably the most famous of all Florida’s numerous Jewish delicatessens, will go into the sunset after one final brunch. Friends who have been in the past weeks have said it’s deserted, and many thought it was already closed. I just called and spoke with the cashier, who, in her wisecracking, war-weary voice, told me that Sunday would be the final day of business. Then the sticky buns and buttery rugelach would go away, as would the towering corned beef sandwiches and platters of lox. In a few months a new Epicure market will open in its place, serving overpriced Jewish goods and exotic fruits from all over the world. Gone will be the soul, the taste, the schmaltz and the Tam, and I don’t think it will ever return to Miami Beach again. Wolfie Cohen’s empire, once encompassing Wolfie’s, Pumpernik’s, and Rascal House, is done.
It was inevitable that this would happen. Miami Beach belongs to the impossibly thin and the impossibly healthy.