Excellent | Worth a Detour
Chick & Ruth’s Delly
Review by: Michael Stern
In the heart of old Annapolis, Chick & Ruth’s is a Jewish style (but not strictly kosher) deli that is colorful, full of life, and so cramped that if you sit in one of the booths opposite the counter, you will be within inches of the person next to you. It is not the place to come for a private or intimate conversation.
The menu has something for everyone, from creamed chipped beef on toast to spiced steamed shrimp by the pound. At breakfast, you can have a bagel with lox, pancakes with a ham steak, or a seasoned crab omelet with a heap of lusciously oily Delly fried potatoes. At lunch, there are sandwiches, hot plates, foot-long dogs, and hamburgers up to a three-pound triple. The homemade soup repertoire includes matzoh ball, chicken noodle, French onion, Maryland crab (spicy!), and cream of crab.
Annapolis is is the Maryland state capital, so many of the house specialties are named after politicians. A chopped liver and corned beef sandwich is known as the Governor Mandel; lox on a bagel is Golda Meir; turkey breast on whole wheat is Bill Clinton.
Upstairs above the deli is the Scotlaur Inn, which is, as far as we know, the world’s only “Bed & Bagel,” a hostelry with ten rooms for rent.
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| Price | $ |
| Seasons | All |
| Meals Served | Breakfast, Lunch |
| Credit Cards Accepted | No |
| Alcohol Served | No |
| Outdoor Seating | No |
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One Response to “Chick & Ruth’s Delly”
Gleston Simmons
April 24th, 2011
Mr. Ted Levitt has a “salute the flag” gathering each morning but, unfortunately, one of those 50 stars he belittles with pejorative jokes. As I sat eating an average diner breakfast recently, Mr. Levitt was littering his banter across the table across from me where a visiting family of Danish tourists sat. Without outlining the entire conversation, he had the nerve to make an overt “joke” equating West Virginians with incest. West Virginia was not even remotely a part of the conversation up until that point. What kind of patriotism is that? Unbeknownst to Mr. Levitt, West Virginians were seated at his next table paying for his cheap, ignorant, and pejorative jokes.