#pastrami sandwiches

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

YET ANOTHER quick pastrami man school doodle (I haven’t picked up an iPad in days) (save me) (my blog can’t be this dry)

stupid meow meow 🫶

[lustingfood]

Pastrami Reuben (x)

[fatty-food]

Pastrami on rye (via Instagram)

[yummyfoooooood]

Pastrami Sandwich

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Katz's Deli, 183 Ludlow St. (at Houston), June 1, 1932. Founded in 1888, it is famous for its pastrami on rye sandwich. When the Yiddish Theater was in its heyday, Katz's was a popular hangout for the actors.

Photo: Historic NYC Instagram

[thatsocialmoth]

I will never stop this

Every season I have to make a post about how indescribable D20 related grief is.

There is such a wildness to it where I feel my heart like sinking as I process it all. And like you find these beautiful stories about cycles, about loss and love and the things we do for secrets and for the things we love and the things we want. The sacrifices we're willing to make. The way war and death and grief takes people apart piece by piece and never rebuilds them. The way we are changed when we're left behind in a world without someone we thought we'd have forever. The feeling of finally having something to want, something that's yours, that's solid and something that's beginning only to have it ripped out from beneath you. The people we turn into when there is nothing to do but to run. The way fear and trauma and torment can make a person do things they wouldn't otherwise, how they influence decisions and desires and how freedom becomes a blessed commodity. The way we find that people need each other but sometimes they just can't. The way ambition blinds and ruins. The way the people who are gone leave ripples in their wake, something new as they die, something blooming from their decaying.

Like there's this deep story about the cyclical nature of the world and the way it's all so unforgiving. A narrative about how life finds a way, among the struggles of a girl who should be dead growing up too quick in a war and learning to want instead of just need. A plot about a man who loses everything trying to find something to prove that there is a purpose to his torment, that he can be saved.

And it's beautiful

And then you have to explain to your friends that you're crying because the radish grandpa and the chili pepper satanist died.

Like how the fuck am I meant to explain the profound grief of a mango? Or the way that ambition has absolutely crushed a pastrami sandwich who, even more than greatness, seemed to want love. The way greasy provolone cheese tells a story of regret and atoning for one's mistakes.

[fattributes]

Reuben Sandwich

[brunchbinch]

Pastrami & Swiss football sandwiches (x)

[viejospellejos]

¿Hay hambre?

[whitefireprincess]

Pastrami Cheddar Melt | Michael's Deli

[stevens-pastrami-sandwich]

WOWOOWWOWOO im going to pelt him with rocks 💖

[hourcat]

cherished friends, i have a question for you

no "what about both" options. i want you to pick a side

[fatty-food]

Pastrami Sandwich (via Instagram)

[lovemoroporo]

hes not taking the divorce well

[thesandwichenthusiast]

Happy Hot Pastrami Sandwich Day! This year, I got out to Hobby's Deli in Newark. I got the hot pastrami sandwich, of course (pictured), and followed it up with a corned beef sandwich.

Both were incredible.

I wrote it up on the blog. Give it a read here!

[fieriframes]

[I'VE HAD A LOT OF DUCK PASTRAMI. THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST. THANK YOU. FOR ALL CONTEMPT TURNS UPON THE CONTEMPTUOUS, AS IT MUST, BUT WITH DUCK, SO YOU GET THE RICHNESS OF IT. WHEW.]