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DGS Delicatessen: A New Age of Deli
With its celery-soda cocktails and house-made pickles, Dupont Circle’s DGS Delicatessen might not replicate the Jewish delis of yore—but that’s just fine.
Reviewed By Todd Kliman
DGS Delicatessen's pastrami is smoked in-house, piled on rye, and slathered with sharp mustard. Photograph by Scott Suchman.
Comments () | Published February 25, 2013
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DGS Delicatessen
Address: 1317 Connecticut Ave., NW, Washington, DC 20036
Phone: 202-293-4400
Neighborhood: Dupont Circle
Cuisines: Deli/Quick Bites
Opening Hours: Lunch Monday through Friday 11:30 AM to 2 PM; dinner Sunday through Thursday 5:30 PM to 10 PM, Friday and Saturday 5:30 PM to 11 PM.
Wheelchair Accessible: Yes
Kid Friendly: Yes
Nearby Metro Stops: Dupont Circle
Dress: Informal
Reservations: Not Needed
Special Features:
Wheelchair Accessible, Kid Friendly, Weekend Brunch
Happy Hour Details:
5 PM to 7 PM daily.
Happy Hour Days:
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays

Slideshow: Inside DGS Delicatessen

Almost from the moment it opened in November, DGS Delicatessen began disappointing the very people who had been waiting so long for its arrival.

If it astonishes you to discover that a restaurant with lovingly made egg creams, a near-perfect matzo-ball soup, and the best pastrami sandwich this city has known could come up short in the eyes of its core audience, then you’re innocent of the long and complicated history of the Jewish deli. Even the house-made mustard can’t match the zing of the barbs that have been lobbed at DGS over the past few months.

“How can you call yourself a deli and not give the people a corned-beef and chopped-liver sandwich?” a customer on my online chat wanted to know. “What’s with the skimpy portions?” another griped via e-mail. One night I was returning home from dinner with a friend when, spotting the DGS logo, he made me pull over, desperate all of a sudden for a slice of deli-style cheesecake. “They call this a cheesecake?” he said when he returned, dismayed at the dainty dessert in his container. My own mother, sitting down to a DGS dinner on another occasion, harumphed, “What? No pickles?”

Like barbecue and gumbo, a deli brings out people’s proprietary side. There’s only ever one right way to do things, and that’s the way someone’s bubbe did it 50 years ago. Ten minutes into a dispute over a corned-beef sandwich and you’ll learn that the only deli worth anything doesn’t exist anymore, although every sandwich is forever to be judged against its imperishable standards. No wonder so few open—who wants to cook amid those conditions, with ghosts hovering at every turn? So give DGS’s owners, cousins Nick and David Wiseman, credit for trying—and for bucking long odds.

This has never been a deli town. In his 2009 book, Save the Deli, David Sax devoted just three pages to Washington’s deli past and present, dismissing the city as the “WASPiest place in North America.” Stacks, which sourced its meats from the holy land of delis, Montreal, was the last serious effort here, and it shuttered after little more than a year.

DGS—the name pays homage to District Grocery Stores, a 1920s Jewish collective—is far more ambitious than Stacks. The Wisemans draw inspiration from Mile End in Brooklyn, Wise Sons in San Francisco, and Kenny & Zuke’s in Portland, Oregon—vibrant, exciting delicatessens that are committed to artisanality at every step.

“Artisanal Jewish deli” is the sort of phrase that elicits snickers among the old-liners who make up a deli’s most passionate audience, but this new breed is merely doing what its forebears did, before the advent of commercial suppliers sapped the genre of its quality and zest. At DGS, the corned beef and pastrami are smoked in-house rather than bought partially cooked from conglomerates; the restaurant gets its beef from Creekstone Farms, a small Kansas outfit that has supplied prime beef to such chefs as Daniel Boulud and Mario Batali. The rye comes from a local bakery and is double-baked to provide sturdiness and chew. The pickles may not be on the house, but they’re made in-house.

The sandwich meat is sliced thick, in the manner of Montreal’s famed smoked meat, as opposed to the shavings typical of Katz’s or Second Avenue Deli in New York. The portions, too, are more Montreal than New York. I know many deli lovers would regard this style as far from the overstuffed ideal, but the open-minded are certain to be won over by the juice-oozing richness of the meat. The corned beef has a cleanness that comes of well-trimmed, high-quality meat, but stacked thickly between slices of rye, it makes for as satisfying a sandwich as you could hope for.

A deli that buys the bulk of its product would never require more than a competent cook to oversee things, but the kitchen here is helmed by one of Washington’s most talented chefs—Barry Koslow, formerly of Tallula and Mendocino Grille. His matzo-ball soup demonstrates his classical French training. (The broth is a beautiful consommé, the matzo ball as light as a quenelle.) His borscht is an explosion of color and flavor. Crisp latkes are good on their own, but Koslow adds silken slices of lox and a dollop of crème fraîche dotted with salmon roe. Koslow excelled at his previous places with terrines and pâtés. Here, the one pâté on the menu is the chopped liver, which is lighter and better than any version I’ve had.

Koslow and his bosses spent months studying old cookbooks in their quest to gently update tradition. They coaxed recipes from grandmothers and recruited food writer Joan Nathan, the doyenne of Jewish cooking, to consult on such dishes as holishkes (beef-stuffed cabbage in tomato sauce) and kreplach (salt-cod dumplings). For the most part, these plates have more than novelty going for them (Koslow has lightened them without sacrificing flavor), but they never quite establish themselves as anything more than secondary reasons to visit.

There can be no doubting the sincerity on the part of Koslow and company to honor the past by including these dishes. But they speak to DGS’s unique bind, as a deli that has to be more than a deli if it’s to survive.

The internal contradictions are evident throughout the operation. Take the white-tiled space—stark even by the standards of most contemporary restaurants, as if making a point about the utilitarian spirit of delis were more important than creating an atmosphere—or the casual service. You might imagine that the drinks menu would follow in this unassuming vein, but it’s as if Proof had devoured the Parkway Deli. There are clever cocktails (I got a kick out of the Tenth Ward Cooler, which tastes like a mojito made with celery soda), craft beers, and a wine list that surpasses that of most restaurants of comparable size. If you wanted to, you could bypass the sandwiches and assemble the kind of light, pleasant meal—beet salad, smoked chicken—that you might come across in an upscale hotel restaurant. You can see where some might become confused about DGS, how they might take to carping and moaning.

DGS isn’t perfect; no deli is, or was. But as my own carping and moaning grandmother might have said: So? The effort is honest, and the craftsmanship is there. And after learning to live for decades without good matzo-ball soup and corned beef, this professional carper and moaner is relieved to know that he can begin, at long last, the glorious process of unlearning.

This article appears in the March 2013 issue of The Washingtonian.

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  • SmokedMeatLover

    Since when did Katz's deli do shavings for their meats?

  • Phormio

    They've got start stocking more than Sesame seed bagels... I'm cool with all the other takes and changes. I love bagels. It's the best part of any deli because it's the simplest. But some people (like me) don't like Sesame. Don't need to get crazy with dozens of choices, but c'mon. Plain and poppy baby. And then the carping is done. Plenty of room on the plate for some loxing though.

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