When I was younger and just moved right outside of NYC from Wisconsin, my grandmother’s husband knew the city like the back of his hand. He insisted on taking us to the 2nd avenue deli on a semi-regular basis. When going to one of these restaurants with Grandpa Bill, you were told what you were going to eat. We always were given a hot corned beef and a side of health salad. I remember loving this lunch the few times I went, but it has been at least a decade since the last time I was there.