Dish Eighteen: Egg Salad Sandwich at Snow White, 19th and Chestnut
The shoes make the man. (Or woman.) A great shoe elongates the leg, straightens your posture, even makes your feet look smaller and more dainty. A well-proportioned pump can take jeans from class to a night out. An espadrille can evoke images of Jackie Onassis while putting the final polish on a linen romper. And at the same time, a well-thought-out and otherwise attractive outfit can be wrecked by a poor shoe selection. Think of the girls—and grown women—who wear flip flops with sundresses in the summer. Why bother? Why bother spending the money on the dress if you intend to flail around in rubber flip flops?
So you might imagine how a person who likes her details ironed out felt when she ordered an egg sandwich at Snow White and received, literally, 2 eggs, mashed up with some mustard, on whole wheat toast. Yes, it’s a lunch counter, no, I did not expect the moon and the stars, but I was hoping for—I don’t know, some lettuce. Or a slice of tomato, some chopped onion. Salt and pepper. Stuff that McDonald’s puts on their hamburgers. I was unaware that these were extras.
I love a bargain as much as the next college student, except for maybe Colleen, who has a preternatural ability to find free goodies that borders on obsession. But I’ll happily pay an extra dollar if it means I get to eat an entire sandwich, especially when it only costs $2.75 to begin.
My mom was asking about the Dover Sole from Savona last night, if it was worth it. Every penny, I said to her. It wasn’t just the sole. It was the rising action of reading every dish on the casual menu, re-reading the formal menu twice, the song and the dance of the valet, the hostess, the waiter, the sommelier, and, at very last, finally, the perfect dish. It was everything together. I want to pay $55 for the fish, because I want the entire package. The fish alone was excellent; the packaging propelled it into the stratosphere. So, yes, the egg salad was good, creamy, fresh, and the mustard was a refreshing change from mayo. But I expect some lettuce, and tomato and onion, and a glass of water, please. Maybe a smile from the staff. I’ll pay for it, that’s fine. I’m willing to thank those in the world who take the time to match a beautiful pair of espadrilles to their linen rompers.