After living in New York City for over a year, Shea and myself finally visited the famed Katz's Deli today. A New York institution since 1888, famous for their hearty old world sandwiches and this. It was a bustling scene inside, as would be expected on a Saturday at noon. After the man handed us our tickets at the door and politely told us not to lose them, Shea and I had no idea what to do next. I informed the ticket man that this was our first visit and he nicely showed us the ropes. We opted to wait for table service (one wall of the large space has dedicated tables for this while the other tables are first come first serve) and we were seated in about 5 minutes.
Having only eaten red meat a handful of times over the last 7 years didn't stop me from ordering Katz's signature sandwich, The Pastrami. And a signature sandwich it was. A heaping mound of steaming pastrami sandwiched between two slices of arguably the freshest rye bread I have ever tasted. I added the spicy mustard found on the table (I had already sampled it and it was the best spicy mustard I think I've ever had) and my sandwich was complete. An amazing sandwich it was. Each successive bite only served to make me fear the last one, for then my first Katz's Pastrami sandwich would be a memory, and no longer in front of me.
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