Delis and Delicacies
When I was a kid, I thought Katz's was an old family secret. My great-grandparents took my grandparents, so my grandpa took my dad, so my dad took me. I know it's blown up into something else now, but I ...
When I was a kid, I thought Katz's was an old family secret. My great-grandparents took my grandparents, so my grandpa took my dad, so my dad took me. I know it's blown up into something else now, but I still feel at home there, comforted by all the memories that have taken place at its tables. Whenever I have to wait in line, I always want to push people aside saying "If you haven't been coming here for generations, step aside!" It makes me feel more like a Jewish New Yorker than anything else. (P.S Pastrami with mustard - NO cheese and ABSOLUTELY NO Thousand Island dressing - and a Dr. Brown's black cherry soda is the only way to go.)