Thursday, July 2, 2009

Miracle Mile

The Miracle Mile Deli has been in business in Arizona since 1949. My very first experience with this deli was when it was located at the Park Central Mall on Central Avenue. That mall has since been converted to a large office complex and the deli has moved a little further east to another mall on Camelback Road.

When it was located at Park Central, the lunch-time crowds would fill the little maze-like queue and the servers would be working at warp speed. You had better know what you wanted when it was your turn because they had no tolerance for hem-hawing over the menu.

The Miracle Mile Deli was my very first introduction to Pastrami and I fell in love with it. I’ve since traveled to places better known for their delis and I have to say that Miracle Mile can stand up to the best. Now my favorite sandwich is the brisket on an onion roll. With a dab horseradish and some mustard, it’s pure deli-heaven.

By the way, I took this photo near closing time. No long lines late at night.

8 comments:

Lisa said...

very nostalgic

Julie ScottsdaleDailyPhoto.com said...

I used to love the BBQ pastrami at miracle mile, but I must confess I have not eaten it in years as it is not the most healthy lunch

Dave-CostaRicaDailyPhoto.com said...

Sharon, I think Miracle Mile is still in business at its original location. It is sad that Park Central is not a viable shopping mall any longer, so the deli is now more of a destination by itself, as many people don't realize it is still there because they don't go to the mall any more.

Mo said...

Great looking deli. Do they serve Rebeun Sandwiches

Jarart said...

Now I'm hungry.

glenda said...

This makes me very hungry.

Sharon said...

Dave, there is a deli at Park Central but it is no longer Miracle Mile.

Mo, yes, Ruebens are definitely on the menu.

Brenda's Arizona said...

Seems I remember they had a 'straw sandwich' that was wonderful! We used to eat at the Park Central every night of a Phoenix Suns home game (when they played at the Colesium). My dad believed in superstitions...