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Originally Posted by Jim Burke
As a child I remember my grandmother taking me in Temple's for lunch quite often. I remember that on the left as you entered was the checkout counter and you could but kosher corned beef by the pound. The owner (maybe?) sat there and the beef was on the counter under hot lamps. My mom worked across the street in Shillito's and I remember that they had a candy shop and the candy was made on site. This was in the early sixties. There was a bakery on Race St. on the opposite side of the street from Shillito's as you went toward Newberry's 10 cent store. I also remember a Kroger's being there (it had two floors) in the mid to late sixties. The fellow who sold newspapers in front of Shillito's was named Morris and papers were 7 cents. Anyone who remembers any of this please respond. I live in Knoxville, Tennessee now,but remember those days with great affection. Jim
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I remember that Litwin (Boris?) was next (or near) the Temple deli.
The checkout counter on the left....are you confusing The Temple Deli with Izzy's? Izzy would sit at his counter and yell at everyone. He would fight with his sister-in-law and son and yell at help "to take the sandwich to the customer, it won't walk there"
Izzy's was totally egalitarian. As you came in, you filled what ever table had room. You could sit with anyone. Once, my wife was seated with two older men speaking, what she thought was Russian. That night on the news, we saw that she had dined with Mstislav Rostropovich, the master cellist!
One day, a bunch of fraternity brothers went there and gorged ourselves on pickles and sour kraut. Izzy came over and personally brought us our sandwiches. He said the sandwiches were free today, but we paid a fortune for the kraut and pickles!!
Izzy manned the counter in a wheel chair even after his legs were amputated.
Izzy never had a menu and check. You ordered and then told him what you ate when you got to his counter. Then he would charge you. The problem was that he would charge everyone something different for the same meals.
Pretty girls were charged less than businessmen. Students usually charged less. One day, I made the mistake of holding a 20.00 bill. He saw it and charged me a dollar more than my friend for exactly the same thing.
Izzy's potato latkes were the best I ever had. And, when Izzy was alive, his corned beef was wonderful.