We decided that we had to have the world's best Pastrami sandwich this weekend, so we headed over to Katz's deli, where else....I remember going to Katz's when I was a kid with my father. It was always a special occasion. I guess if you eat at Katz's regularly, you'd most likely die of a herart attack from the grease. But it would be worth it! Now, I can help share that same special feeling of the best Pastrami in on the planet, with my new wife and relatively new New Yorker, Wendy. She isn't new to Katz's anymore, but I guess it sometimes takes someone who didn' have their entire life to take something for granted, to help you remember just how good it is. If you've never had a Pastrami sandwich from Katz's, you're missing out!
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