futuresailors wrote:This place in the Caribbean makes their own pastrami in house over the course of a week. It's like eating gods foreskin. Served with its own jus.
Yeah...this is my main beef ( ) with 'strami. Its too damn genital-y. I'll admit, this might just be me, but last time I had one was right before my bride went into screaming ten minute labor and shot my second daughter out. So holding a juicy meat sandwich while watching...you know...kinda wrecked it for me.
Side note: she pushed twice, and burst every blood vessel in her body from the shoulders up. Her eyes were Satan-red for a month--crimson sclera. 9.5 lbs, no drugs. Easy the most hardcore thing I've ever seen.
(drops pastrami)
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
Yes, Casecandy... there is everywhere else, and then there is Katz.
Side note, used to work right around the corner from there, and a few coworkers got into a challenge of who could eat the most Katz pastrami sandwiches. They all looked like they were going to die by the time it was over, and I think the winner made it to two and a half. They're not for the faint of heart... but nonetheless a near religious experience.
neonblack wrote:They say tone is in the hooks
D.o.S. wrote:I'm pretty sure moderation leads to Mustang Sally.
coldbrightsunlight wrote:Yes I am a soppy pop person at heart I think with noises round the edge
) with 'strami. Its too damn genital-y. I'll admit, this might just be me, but last time I had one was right before my bride went into screaming ten minute labor and shot my second daughter out. So holding a juicy meat sandwich while watching...you know...kinda wrecked it for me. 
