Let me begin the post by apologizing for our recent absence. The three of us have each undergone a fairly life-changing month, but that is no excuse for our disappearance. Don't be fooled, the lack of blogging does not, and will never, translate into a lack of eating. Now we will attempt to catch you up on our latest adventures through Blacksburg.
Returning for school before the majority of Tech students always has its perks. Molly and I thought it best to celebrate the week before classes with a lunch at Sycamore Deli. Walking in, we expected to see the usual crowd. You know, frat stars in backwards baseball caps, and a few locals (perhaps the donors of the myriad of caps hung across the ceiling?). We were initially surprised to see a large gathering of sorority sisters. Ah yes, rush week. I mean recruitment. Panera's line was undoubtably out the door, so naturally they were drawn to the next closest sandwich shop.
I ordered the Roxanne (I believe that is the one). I described it to Molly as perfection in a sandwich. Put all of my favorite things together... ham, cheese, salsa... on a fresh, toasted sub roll and I'm yours. Molly can't remember which sandwich she ate on this particular visit, but she claims it was excellent. The prices are wonderful, especially if you happen to catch them on a day with a good special. My personal favorite is what I like to call Meatball Monday, where you can order a footlong sandwich for $4.99 (and if my memory serves me right this comes with chips and a drink!)
We decided to go a little crazy and each get a side dish to best experience what Sycamore has to offer. I went with the potato salad, and she chose the macaroni and cheese. They were each about a dollar give or take, so piggy banks, have no fear. Let's talk about the potato salad for just a minute. Remember the 80s? Like hot pink, neon green? Ever go laser tagging and see your shoelaces magically turn bright colors? If you've conveniently forgotten the 80s or sadly never owned cool shoelaces, check out the color of a tennis ball. Or, you could venture to Sycamore to see the color of the potato salad yourself. I kid you not Blacksburg, that stuff is green. Before you judge, let me say (and feel free to quote me on this): Sycamore Deli has the best potato salad I've ever had. I'm not a celery person, I like dill pickle. Let's be honest, I don't even like potato salad that much to begin with. However, this creamy mixture with the perfect amount of dill crunch will live on in my memory.
Although we had a wonderful time at lunch we missed our dear friend who was willingly detained in Franklin County. We made the sacrifice and ate extra for her. For Olga!!!
With the usual crowd returning, so did our ease. It is indeed the same college deli it has always been. Please Sycamore, don't change.
Just remember, if there's ever an absence again, what does your heart tell you? The Blacksburg Contessa is alive. Yes, yes, we're alive.
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