Hungry? Maybe today's the day for a new tat? Well you're in luck because it just so happens that there exists in our humble burg a one-stop shopping experience for all your dining and tattoo needs. You can have a ham and cheese sandwich with potato salad while you wait for the nice man with the handlebar mustache to perform a coverup on your back side over your ex's name. If you need replacement suggestions, I'm sure a Celtic knot or a string of barbed wire would do the trick. And don't worry if your ex drained your bank account, because a five dollar bill is all you need at 34th Street Deli for a filling and delicious breakfast or lunch.
I'm only kidding, of course. Sort of. The 34th Street Deli in Garden City occupies the not-so-quaint south side of Chinden Boulevard. When you walk up, there's no way not to notice that the deli is adjacent to a tattoo parlor.
Upon entering the establishment, however, you'll find it goes deeper than adjacency. In fact, the seating area for the deli is also the waiting room for the tattoo parlor. The deli occupies a relatively small space, but it's used efficiently, which gives it a bigger-city deli feel with display cases full of standard deli fare, including a nice selection of homemade salads. The menu above the counter offers hot and cold sandwiches and a dry erase board near the cash register informs customers of specials and some breakfast items.
One of the breakfast specials was biscuits and gravy (an all-time favorite of mine) for only $2.95. I couldn't even buy enough gas to get from my house to 34th Street Deli for $2.95, so I knew what I had to do.
I walked up to the counter to place my order only to find an adorable and very polite little boy around 7 or 8 years old behind the counter with a pencil behind his ear and a very determined look on his face. I was a little skeptical at first, but I went with it. He was very professional and courteous and took my order while asking all the right questions. I must say, I was impressed, although to my pint-sized host, it was just another day.
I sat down in the dining area/lobby to wait for my food and soak up my surroundings. The wall near my chosen table was adorned, liberally, with photographs of a man's life, possibly the owner of the establishment, the same guy who was preparing my meal. Several of the photos were of smiling people, and one in particular was a silhouette of a man on his motorcycle shaking the hand of a fellow biker.
For a moment, even with my hardened heart I felt a little bit sentimental, but those thoughts were soon pushed aside as my meal was served. Before me was a large plate with two biscuits halved and covered with enough gravy to send a healthy man into cardiac arrest and a third biscuit was on the side with no gravy. Good, I like options.
If you order the biscuits and gravy at 34th Street Deli and you're not a huge fan of pepper, definitely let them know because the whole plate was covered in it. Luckily, I am a big fan of the sneeze-inducing spice and I'm now a big fan of 34th Street Deli's biscuits and gravy. For less than $3, who wouldn't be?
—Tom Kershaw's heinie tattoo says "Mom."