Sydney's Best Reuben Sandwich a Peony Rose and Double Bay's Secret Arcades.

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I have lived in Double Bay all my life, not so much out of choice but out of chance. My feelings on the suburb are mixed. I could not accuse her avenues of being insufficiently verdant. Her cove lovely enough, and the brilliant-blue, harbour splendour a refreshing backdrop. Yet I always felt Double Bay vapid and soulless at heart.

Submitted: November 09, 2016

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I have lived in Double Bay all my life, not so much out of choice but out of chance. My feelings on the suburb are mixed. I could not accuse her avenues of being insufficiently verdant. Her cove lovely enough, and the brilliant-blue, harbour splendour a refreshing backdrop. Yet I always felt Double Bay vapid and soulless at heart.

 

Maybe it's the local gentry? Double Bay might be where Sydneysiders go to see and be seen. If you desire to bathe in the warmth of effusive humanity, you may be in the wrong place. If you need electrifying palaver, go elsewhere.

 

Unwilling to dismiss a place as thoroughly shallow, I took it upon myself to trek four hundred metres down the road to the less-than-bustling centre of Sydney's poshest postcode.

 

After introducing myself at the noisy establishments on Knox St, I soon realised I would not find what I seek in them. So I went where very few dare venture, Double Bay's hidden, little arcades. I hoped their inhabitants would be more friendly towards newcomers. After an odd few moments in a wedding dress boutique followed a handful of vacuous stares, I stumbled upon a tiny, empty cafe. The new owner, Bill, greeted me with a warm, wide smile - to my pleasant surprise he was genial. I asked which sandwich he recommends. Without hesitating  he offered his Reubens.

 

"Are you a Reuben's Sandwich aficionado?" Bill asked.

 

"No!", I lied, feeling suddenly ashamed of my gluttony. 

 

In truth, I had lived in New York and loved nothing more than the combination of juicy, saltpetre pink pastrami,  schmaltzy cheese and coleslaw (yes, I realise sauerkraut is the traditional filling). I was not expecting much really. Bill handed me the sandwich. It looked right, the toasted rye bread sure smelled right. There was more than enough cheese, and the generous slabs of pastrami were luscious, bright pink.

 

A took a bite. A walk half a mile away turned out to be a day of surprise. 

 

"This has got to be the best Reubens Sandwich I ever tasted this side of new York" I blurted, mouth full, without thinking.

 

Bill broadly smiled. Yes, the Pastrami was salty and sweet, the cheese gooey and smooth, the pickles sweet and sour as they should and the rye bread fresh and wholesome - all of it was generous. Nothing was lacking;

 

I paid, and departed a satisfied customer.

 

I continued my journey down Double Bay's quiet and dim arcades. A peculiar dark eyed girl in an antique shop gave me a strange stare. She seemed trapped in her spot and jealous of my freedom. I could leave this arcade. Indeed in Five minutes I would be in blinding sunlight.

 

Then I saw it, the pinkest, most lustrous rose I ever laid my eyes on. It was a Peony Rose. I knew this from my mothers garden, The Rose was held by a youthful florist named Andrea who near beamed as I entered.

 

"Are you looking for something for a special occasion or perhaps a corporate event?"

 

However I did not hear Andrea as she spoke. I was fixated on the Peony Rose she was pruning with a devotion that led me to imagine the rose to be a small child. I left the Florist. I could only take so much luminance.
 

At this point it did not matter that Double Bay was no bastion of stoicism. Her unfathomable vapidity forgiven. She had shown me two wonderful pink things. My nose, eyes and tongue had delighted in them. She had come up with the goods.

 

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