I have always heard raves of this place, so i decided to check it out for myself. Apparently the pastrami sandwich is to die for. At the entrance, the battered yet culinarily iconic awning signified the entrance to supposedly the greatest deli in Manhattan. The line was out the door and along the sidewalk indicating vast popularity. After about half an hour of waiting in the cold East Coast air, we finally warmed up and made our way inside.The atmosphere seemed cramped, but somewhat homey in a way. There were signed portraits of celebrities and all sorts of old Hollywood memorabilia lining the walls. I sat down and a nice big bowl of their house juicy pickles was laid down, a salty yet crunchy way to start off your meal. Then came the sandwich, which I'd rename, a pastrami sandwich on double steroids. There had to be more than 2 pounds of pastrami on this bad boy. Too much to be certain. I couldn't fit the whole sandwich in my mouth so I took off a few slices and wrapped it in the rye bread. Not even the mighty Guy Fieri could fit his chops around this one. The pastrami was cooked nicely but the seasoning seemed to lag on flavor, but that's nothing a little of their signature deli mustard can't fix. Overall, a good pastrami sandwich, but the portions must be slimmed down at least a little. You can feed a family of four for a week with that thing! Other delicious accommodations from their jam packed menu include delicious fries, coleslaw, homeade pickles and their DESSERTS! I skipped it this time, but the small cylindrical stand of revolving cakes and pies laid a hypnotic spell on my brain saying, "Eat ME! Eat Me!" However, I escaped my psychological dilemma and continued outwards. Although I would definitely consider coming back, I would like to make a trip downtown to Katz's first to determine which pastrami sandwich is better. Who will win? We shall see.....
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