For days I’d been craving a certain sandwich and decided to give in so I checked the restaurant’s menu online just to be sure, and headed down there. I was seated at a booth by the window, drooling with anticipation and when I opened the menu, I felt like crying — it was nowhere to be seen. I asked the wait person what had happened to my favorite. He said he wasn’t familiar with it but added, “Let me check our ghost menu”. Now, I’ve heard of ghost writers, ghost riders in the sky, and ghost runners that we left on base when I was a kid and we didn’t have enough players — but a ghost menu was a new one for me. Turns out the restaurant’s ghost menu consisted of items that have been removed from the regular menu — things that might be fondly remembered and requested, that the kitchen staff was still willing to make. The waiter came back and presto — he had found my sandwich. When it came, it wasn’t the least bit spectral or phantom like. And it was as delicious as I remembered.