Like most NY neighborhoods, I've got a lot of delis nearby.* And to be perfectly honest, most of them have stupid names that I've never bothered to notice. There's no way in hell you'll catch me saying, "I'm just going to stop by the 218 Operating Corp. Grocery on the way home".
So, GF and I have our own names for these stores...names that just came about all on their own and were so obvious (to us, at least), that neither of us ever had to explain which store was which to the other. Here's a short list of the delis I frequent:
-The Prison Window Store: After 11:00pm, the steel gates come down but you can line up at the bullet-proof plexiglass carousel to place your order. Money goes in -- bread and crunchy Cheetos come out.
-The Cheap Smokes Store: Usually the best priced cigarettes in the neighborhood. I don't even think they fell off of a truck.
-The Soap Store: It's closed now but for years, they had their window display lined with faded boxes of some obscure soap powder. I think the boxes were actually empty to prevent anyone from trying to buy one and messing up their display.
-The Al Jazeera Store: The TV over the front door is always blaring something in Arabic. Good luck getting the attention of the guy behind the counter. I don't think he's moved in 6 years.
Do you have anywhere you go that you refuse to call by its real name?
* A deli in NYC is more or less, our version of the Quikee Mart.