Wherever you are and whatever you are doing right now: drop it. Drop it and no one gets hurt. This is a serious matter. We’re talking about pastrami on rye with a schmear of grainy mustard, a sour pickle, and a Dr. Brown’s cream soda. This is the real deal.
Katz’s.
This place is practically a legend, yet I had never eaten there until just recently. But now that I’ve tasted what is probably the best kosher-style deli in NY (I thought it might be too dramatic to say the world), my life may never be the same. I’m starting to have concerns.
Normally, I’m not that drawn to places like this – inflamed with fame, featured on every TV channel known to man, pictures of celebrities hanging on the walls. For whatever reason, I was compelled to go.








