The Return of the Mable Clark.

Last weekend I retuned home to Detroit to visit with my family for

labor day and catch up with as many friends as possible. Every time

I am able to make it home, I make sure that I am able to make some 

time for Brendan and Cassie as well. Brendan has been my hetero-

life mate since freshman year of high school and Cassie is his long

term lady friend. I had the pleasure of living with them in Brooklyn

back in 2009 and I always cherish the fleeting moments we have 

to check in with each other. 

But that was not the story behind this picture. No, it's something far

more interesting than a meeting of friends. See, back in college, I

discovered this restaurant, Eph's Delicatessen. A deli that made the

most tender cornedbeef that would, without fail, knock you flat every

time you had the privilege of consuming a sandwich adorned with 

the meat. Eph's moved out of Corktown and into primetime. Right

on the southern tip of Campus Martius, just west of Jefferson/ the

spirit of Detroit statue. However, it would soon begin experiencing

business troubles and it would open and close almost at random. The

hours were less than consistent and it would eventually go out of

business completely while I was living in New York. 

A new chapter of this story opens up when Nick Hagen discovers

that the restaurant that opened in its place, Grand Trunk, retained

some of Eph's staff. Namely, the cook and the guy that orders the

raw materials. Grand Trunk would even call out on their menu that

they offered "Eph's Sandwiches" and as luck would have it, the 

Mable Clark (my favorite) was one of the few items to survive the

cut. Once this news was relayed to me, I knew my next trip home 

to Detroit would include a stop at Grand Trunk to rip into my long

lost love, the Mable Clark. 

The day comes when I plan to meet Nick and his lady friend down

town for some delicious corned beef. I arrive to heartache. Because

the Detroit Electronic Music Festival is taking place across the street

at Hart Plaza, Grand Trunk has a "Festival Menu" that does NOT

include my favorite item. I beg and plead with the waitress, but the

thumping techno music makes it hard to talk and I end up settling 

for reuben. I could almost hear my own heart breaking over the 

Dubstep.

Never one to stay down, I return home this last weekend, as discussed

earlier and ask Brendan and Cassie if they want to meet at Grand

Trunk for lunch. They accept and I fill with excitement once again.

I put my Eph's t-shirt on, fire up Stella and bomb down I75. I get 

there only to find out the JazzFest is taking place and the dreaded 

"Festival Menu" is in effect. However, this time, I could not be 

deterred. I didn't even look at the menu, when the waitress got there

I brazenly ordered a Mable Clark. When she said that it was not on

the menu, I explained how much I loved Eph's. How I wear the 

t-shirt all over Wisconsin and how I have driven 450 miles one way

twice, just to get a Mable Clark. I asked her if she wanted me to drive

home again disappointed and I got a, "I'll see what I can do". 10 minutes

later, she approached the table with a mountain of irish meat, coleslaw,

thousand island dressing on a kaiser roll. She had delivered me what 

I had craved for 3 years.

I tipped her 100%.