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Nestled within Aylesbury 's riotous charm, Lies a tranquil haven, free of alarm; A serene spot amongst the buzzing bazaar, 'Tis 'New York Deli ', shining afar. An atmosphere chilled, quiet, and profound, Where all urban clamours lose their sound. Many tales waft in that soothing air, Spun by staff with attentive care. On one such eve, I chanced to taste, A bliss that left no room for haste. An emerald dawn captured in a cup, A matcha latte to gently sup. It sang of sunrise, bright and clear, A steaming broth of tranquillity, dear. Each sip a kiss of cream and earth, Prompting the soul to quiet mirth. Next, the majestic spud took the stage, Coronation chicken an age old adage. Tucked beneath a golden crust, Sat the warrior, free of dust. The sauced cloak, rich and deep, Housing flavours, bold and steep. A royal feast on the humble potato, Symphony of tastes, echoing lacto. Such is the spell of 'New York Deli ', A comforting nook in Aylesbury 's alley, A palace of calm within the din, A treasure amid the town 's busy inn.