It's a Wrap

There are just some things you take for granted. Like wraps. Anywhere you go around here you can get a wrap instead of a carbohydrate-laden big bread sandwich. You can even get them at Subway. Here. Around Dallas.

Memphis is a different story. Very hard to find. I know because I walked for blocks looking for one. The inspection conference sponsor provided sandwiches for lunch, which might not have been too bad except they were all on buns. Big white bread buns. Because of his diabetes, Mark has a problem with those buns. (At home we use the smaller multi-grain sandwich rounds instead of huge sandwich buns.) You never see those smaller sandwich rounds in delis or restaurants so I set off to find him a wrap. 

First stop was the deli inside the Peabody Hotel. No wraps. Just big bread sandwiches. There was a Holiday Inn across the street and we'd shared a wrap there the night we arrived. I went there. They were not open for lunch. I couldn't get one of their wraps until after 5:30 but the gentleman told me that Huey's on the opposite corner "probably" had them. I left the Holiday Inn and headed for Huey's. They had one wrap on their menu and quite frankly, it didn't appeal to me and since I was supposed to share it with Mark I crossed to the opposite corner because I know they have wraps in Subway. Imagine my surprise. No wraps in Subway!

I headed on down the street and asked the guy selling the charity newspaper if he knew where I could get a wrap. He thought they might have them at a place called Under Wraps. (It did sound promising!) He gave me some vague directions and I set off in the direction he pointed. I checked the menu posted at every place between that corner and the Mississippi River. No wraps. 

I popped into a deli that looked promising but there were no wraps on the menu board and I only saw breads behind the counter where they were making the sandwiches. As I left the deli I noticed two cops walking toward me and thought to myself that "they will know everything in the city". 

"Do you know where I can get a wrap?"

"Oh yeah! About four blocks down that way at Aleppo's. It's a pizza place but they make the best wraps of anybody in town. Delicious!" 

I headed for Aleppo's. On my way I passed a place called City Market. It was a store with a deli. Their sign indicated that they had wraps but by this time I wanted the best wraps in town. The delicious ones they served at Aleppo's. I continued another two blocks past City Market to Aleppo's. I looked at the menu and didn't see any wraps but I was confident that they had them because I already knew they were the best in town. 

I waited my turn at the counter. "I heard you had the best wraps in town!"

The two young ladies looked at each other and then back at me. "We don't have any wraps. We have a chicken sandwich that's really good."

How could those cops not known the difference between a wrap and a sandwich? A bit put out because the best wrap in town was a figment of someone's imagination, I headed back to City Market. 

I waited my turn and placed my order. Twenty minutes later, I left with a spicy Cajun chicken wrap. 

I was sure Mark was probably wondering what had become of me (and his lunch) because the entire excursion took a bit over an hour. But we had our wrap. And it was probably the best one in town.