Other Nashville Outings

As any one who has read this blog, probably all four of you, know that I am not from Nashville.  A month or so  before packing up to parts unknown, I researched several things that were important (Read: Imperative).  An Italian market and a Jewish style Deli.   Since I am  not here to out anyone or give anyone any additional problems, I will not share my discoveries.  Although the internet based research suggested that I need not pack my Italian meats and cheeses or arrange for care packages, I did find the reality of the situation bleak at best.  My first venture out brought me to what was considered a Jewish Deli. Nothing Kosher in the place, but they certainly called themselves a Jewish Deli.   I saw pastrami in the display case, and although not a piece that I found overly attractive, I asked for a one pound slab unsliced.  While preparing my order the woman behind the counter asked how I used a slab of pastrami. I explained that I would hand cut slices and probably steam them for a bit and place on a a couple of pieces of rye bread, a touch of brown mustard and off we go.  Being cordial I asked "and you."  I should have kept my mouth shut.  She explained that they put it on "EYEtalian" subs.  Why I asked in almost utter shock, as pastrami is certainly not an Italian cold cut?  She, of course, with her nicest southern mannerisms, said I was wrong: It ends in a "vowel and like salami, and cappicola,  pastrami IS an Italian cold cut."  No point in arguing, I concluded, paid for my purchase and left. True story.