Oh Adam, Chef Adam this ode
Is for thee.
While in your culinary mode
You created a treasure from the sea.
Pickled onions so pink;
Capers so round and green
Perched on crowning lofty top as an ever present link
Between my toasted everything bagel and cheese of cream.
Like so many arms linked together for a sweet embrace
Of all those many elements with intent to squeeze them into one
Delicious whole. Joy! As my hands lift the sandwich to my face,
I look forward to the union of my Lox Bagel Sandwich to me
As just so much fun.
Sweet Salmon cured by hand
As though done at home;
Not in a commercial food stand…
Pickles, pickles you are so pink!
Made from onion yet curiously,
You do not stink!
Look…I am really good with coffee and never said I could bust a rhyme, yet when Chef Adam placed his hand cured lox plate in front of me for the very first time I was moved. I wanted to cry! I was afraid to touch it for fear of marring its perfect orange translucence, the hint of dill…sorry. I’m doing it again. Gotta focus: coffee good, poetry bad.
This ain’t no Lasco;
This ain’t no Costco;
This ain’t no foolin’ around!
Afraid I was going to break out in a bad Talking Heads redub?
Yeah, me, too.
So just leave. Go. Don’t wait. Run to one of our stores and experience the pure joy of Chef Adam’s Lox.
You won’t be sorry…because if you hang out here I’m going to start Lox Poetry Slamming again.