I lived in Boston from 1997 until 2003. On Charles Street, a few blocks from my college dorm that straddled Boston's Back Bay and Beacon Hill communities, was a small market called Deluca's. Deluca's had it all: a basement wine cellar, specialty items (like mango juice), sushi made on-site, and--of course--the deli section. Like most smaller markets, the deli featured premium meats as well as homemade salads, soups and stews.
For four years, I would giggle whenever I passed the deli section and noticed the sign for Deluca's homemade "Black Anus Beef Stew." For four years, the sign never changed. And for four years, I never saw anyone buy that homemade anus beef stew.
Finally, a month before I graduated from college in 2001, I finally pointed out the spelling mistake to a guy behind the deli counter. He happened to be the owner's son.
"Man!" he exclaimed. "My dad has been wondering for years why NO ONE ever bought that stew."
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Hillarious!
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No way, did this really happen, way too funny.
I am sitting here giggling and my cat thinks I have finally lost my mind.
Thanks for the laugh.
I was in Boston from '95 to '98. I miss it. I especially miss the Tower Records on Mass Ave and Newbury
Get back to blogging!
That's so funny.
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