There isn’t really a better place I can think of than Katz’s in the Lower East Side for a hot pastrami on rye.
You get these soft, unfussy slices of rye bread barely containing about three times the amount of pastrami any normal person might want. But it’s Katz’s. So the meat is lucious and perfectly seasoned, and you decide after a bite that you probably could eat all of it.
One of the best parts at Katz’s is, while making your sandwich (hopefully, your pastrami), the man behind the counter slaps a couple of pieces on the counter in front of you to taste while you wait.
Top it off with a couple of pickles and a Friday puzzle, and you’re all set.








































































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