Sometimes i get an itch from my former carnivorous self. It ogles a burger and inner-salivates, envisions a fried egg on top, and already regrets the imaginary feast before even dreaming of the fries.
Thus, when I had a little craving that turned into a hefty pastrami sandwich, I got a spinach knish on the side. This happened at the 2nd Avenue Deli in NY. You must indulge in this sodium overdose of warm EPIC pastrami lathered with mustered on rye. It may require team work. I left the other half as a thank you gift in Jilly’s fridge for graciously welcoming me into her apartment for the week.
PS. It’s kosher. And you’re going to need a liter of water on the side. Bon App.