For this post I’m writing from memory as old as a week or older; please forgive the lack of sensory detail as I write about our fine and not-so-fine dining experiences in Portland, Maine.
West End Deli
The West End Deli, 133 Spring Street, Portland, Maine
West End Deli, Spring Street, Portland. This photo is from Google maps; when we visited the deli, there were tables and chairs, not benches, on the sidewalk.
On Memorial Day we arrived at the Portland train station on the Amtrak Downeaster at about 2:35 and were quite ready for a long-awaited lunch. On the cab ride to the hotel, we kept our eyes pealed for potential luncheon sources. Just seconds from the hotel, we both espied a small storefront with tables, chairs, and a few patrons munching away. As we approached on foot, the sidewalk chalkboard sign boasted what would prove to be a most delightful lunch choice—the special of the day, the Roslin. This sandwich wrap contained, if I remember correctly, turkey, avocado, black beans, and apple salsa. I usually eschew the wrap part of wraps, opting instead for the “in-a-bowl” versions. But today, I wanted, and ordered, a wrap. I’m on vacation, dammit! A spinach wrap to be precise. It was the spunky tartness of the green-apple salsa that made this wrap memorable in a very good way. Gary ordered a quesadilla wrap and liked it. We ate at the outdoor tables, as the seating inside was cramped. West End is a deli-grocery store; we walked to the back to the deli to order our sandwiches and whatnot, took the slips of paper that detailed our orders, grabbed our bottled drinks from the refrigerated foods section, and paid the kind lady at the front register.
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