The Deli Den

Once upon a time, Ms. Rabbit and Mr. Kobold drove allllllll the way out to never-never-land to find a papasan that was barely used and on the cheap. Whilst out on their adventure, they hungered. Deciding to see what sort of delectable edibles were available out in knobby-ville, they drove to the Durango and 215 area and found a place called The Deli Den. Seeing the prices were reasonable, and being that Rabbit is a big fan of delis in general and more specifically, New York style delis, they decided to nom at this place.

Ms. Rabbit chose the Philly Cheesesteak sandwich and Kobold chose the special (which we unfortunately cannot remember the name of) with corned beef, provolone and yum-tastic bread. Both were excellent, the meat had good flavor and the portions were huge. The service was mediocre at best, but the staff was friendly enough. It definitely had a family-owned feel and the decor was functional and non-fancy (odd, for that side of town).

The two adventurers nom-ed their gigantic sandwiches and eyed dessert but thought better of it, as the balaclava was bigger than Rabbit's hand. Yikes! Portions here are out of control big.

The only sticking point that was while Kobold was digesting, the tummy started to churn and do unhappy things. We're not sure if it was the sandwich, the corned beef or the combination of the two, but it did not end well for Kobold's bathroom or his stash of TP.

So if you're ever waaaaaaaaaaay out in never-never-land, give it a try but beware the corned beef.

Hashing a Favorite

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Over all I think it was agreed that Hash House A Go Go would be something that needed multiple posts and opinions on, but after Rabbit's Rampages of Writing I think I need to play some catch up and express my undying love and adoration for this Urban Farm Food.

There is far too much food here. No, really. Every portion can pretty much feed two, if not a third. We've gone here, we being me, Rabbit, and my loverly girlfriend, at least three times, maybe more like four. The problem is eventually it all blurs into one big round of "OMFG I can't move, I eat too many."
Listing things off, I know we've tried

• HH Famous Meatloaf, roasted red peppers, fresh spinach and smoked mozzarella
• Andy's Sage Fried Chicken w/ maple reduction, 2 eggs, bacon mashed potatoes & biscuit
• Grilled portobello mushroom
• The Kokomo
• Hash House Quesadilla stuffed w/potatoes, jalapenos, eggs & tomato w/ chili cream

I wish I could remember everything, and I know I'm close. We've also had their breakfast drinks. They have a mimosa that is based of Aste' and Tangerine juice. Their bartenders mix a good drink. It's easy to get too much or not enough booze in a mimosa, especially first thing in the morning, but never has that happened yet. They hit it right on the money. I enjoy their Breakfast Martini, when I can get it. It's juices, and booze, and a cinnamon sugar rim. Ok it's a little foofy for my usual fare, but yeah first thing in the morning when you roll out of bed at 11:00am it's something that makes things better and right. It's sweet, and smooth, and has booze. what else is needed?! Good food.

Look above at those selections. I wish I could describe them all in their mouth watering evil fullness, but I can't, because I'm not verbose enough to give them adequate praise. The Quesadilla is a great breakfast treat. It's starch with a side of starch, and some eggs for good measure. It's well seasoned and FREAKING HUGE. If I haven't mentioned it yet (I think this is only the fourth time) their portions will make you ache. And it's worth it.

The Kokomo is a meatloaf sammich with mozzarella on milk bread. It's this monstrous sammich that comes on a large plate and stares at you, taunting you. The Portobello Mushroom burger is equally large, and almost good for you. These are both wonderful selections if you're not quite ready for breakfast, because it's lunch time when you get there like us.

The Chicken, eggs, and potatoes is a wonderful meal. The chicken breast had to be the Dolly Parton of Chicken's because it's ginormous. And there's this maple reduction that's drizzled along the plate that makes me gyrate my hips in anticipation. Ok for those of you that don't know (aka most of you at this point) I am a sucker for maple. It is my weakness. It's an addiction I keep in check by living in the Southwest so it's too expensive to live off of.

The meatloaf had to be a pound of meat. It's not like Mama cooked it, because Mama never cooked meatloaf this good. It's huge, and tasty, and goes really well between two slices of bread the next day at lunch because like everything else, I had left overs.

There is a downside to this now-chain of off the chain Twisted Tractor Treats. The service is always a bit slow. In their defense it's because we're always there when there are people eagerly and happily waiting upwards of an hour for a table in a town where you can walk five feet and probably find more food, but still, I get cranky waiting for drinks. At least the bar is fast. That makes a lot of things tolerable.

I haven't had a chance to do their dinner menu yet, but it's on my list of noms to try.