Brooklyn-Heights Deli
“They have the EXACT same specialty sandwiches (e.g. The Big Bird, The Godfather, The Lewinsky.)”
“The staff were very nice, helpful and a pleasure to run into on my adventure.”
“I order through seamless at least once a week, food always comes within 30 minutes and delivery guys are always super nice.”
Brooklyn-Heights Deli
Delivery: Yes
Take-out: Yes
Accepts Credit Cards: Yes
Bike Parking: Yes
Good for Kids: Yes
Outdoor Seating: Yes
Caters: Yes
Price range.
$$ Price range $11-30
2 reviews
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Rude ass bastards. I was waiting patiently in front of the counter (only customer in store, thursday afternoon around 2:30pm) made eye contact, smiled, looked at paper menu- nodded- and folded it, eye contact again- and 3.5 minutes later two ladies off some tour bus come in the doors and talk to each other about tuna salad for a minute—- and the guy at the counter then turns to them and asks them what they want. He saw the look on my face, and continued grabbing rolls to make their sandwiches. A US Postal Service courier came in just after the two hags and witnessed this and was shocked to the point of her jaw dropping. But I was already on my way OUT the door.
Totally horrible. I'm not used to bad service. True, I'm basing this review angrily and on a one time experience– but I'm never going back to revisit this shit. The guy was a douche bag. And shame on the two old hags who KNEW i was next and continued to order. I hope their tour sucked.
This is the sort of corner deli that makes NYC great. A decent selection of dry goods line the shelves, and you can get yourself some fruit, coffee, and a good bacon egg and cheese. The guys that run it will offer up jokes and a pickle to go along with your sandwich, and make you feel like a regular even if you aren't.
While I appreciate the pickle gesture, I do wish they would wrap it better. It will soak your sandwich through in no time flat, and even your pants if you wait too long to eat. Then you smell like pickle the rest of the day, and nobody will love you. And thirty years later, you'll wonder if it was that one leaky pickle that doomed you to a life of loneliness, or if it was just your personality.
I think it was the pickle.