+1 on that.
An odd, but frequent ritual of mine is to order delivery from them of a range of salumi and a bread or two as soon as I am sure that my Amtrak train is definitely going to pull into Penn. (Although, hey, it’s Amtrak, and I was once stuck for 45 minutes in the tunnel, and when we moved again it turned out we’d been 100ft from the platform throughout.) The time it takes for me to get to my Hell’s Kitchen apartment is about the time that it takes for my meats to get to me. No better way to recover from an Amtrak trip, especially if I have some good wine on hand (almost always).
