I returned to Warsaw Deli, again. The visit came after an afternoon of dental work. My teeth hurt, but I was hungry.
Luckily, I remembered the Warsaw Deli location. And then I was in it, the smell of wurst, and the sight of beer deliciously overwhelming, along with the sight of beautiful looking pickles. And low and behold, they had some "żytinia," or rye flour to my non-Polish friends.
Here's what I got and quickly scarfed, without a wink of an eye!