Greetings Followers of Danger!
This place had the look that said “we make a killer Pastrami” and so my internal Sandwich Radar (…Sandar?) urged me to order it.
When it arrived I was hit in the face with a delicious smelling sandwich. There wasn’t much competition for my nasal attention in this place when I was there, but still it was noticeable.
The rye bread was lightly crisped and held up over time with eating. The problem with a properly made Pastrami is that the bread can’t always hold everything together until the end. Sometimes, the cheese and sauerkraut can make the bread weak, mushy, and unusable by the end. Not the case here. It held the test of time, and was delicious.
The pastrami was perfectly cooked. It fell apart with every bite, and was full of that spiced flavor. The problem with a pastrami sandwich is the cooking time. Sometimes the meat isn’t fully done (or it could be a lower quality) and you’re left with meat that is still full of fat, making it too tough or chewy.
The sauerkraut and cheese blended very well together and didn’t weaken the bread, much to my relief. For those not keen to sauerkraut though, you may be turned off by this pastrami sandwich specifically because it is absolutely loaded. It seemed to take up more space on the sandwich than the meat. Even with this though, the taste didn’t overpower or conceal the pastrami.
My first experience with Art’s was definitely a positive one. The atmosphere brought me back to late nights in diners of Pennsylvania and New Jersey, while the sandwich brought me back to the experience of the best pastrami sandwiches I’ve had in the past.
So that’s it for this week, dear readers. But before I go, what bugs you the most about pastrami sandwiches (if you even eat meat)? I’m curious if the downfalls of pastrami sandwiches is universal.
Until we meat again, dear readers!
Daaaaaaaaaaaaanger!
**** Stars
Art’s Delicatessen
12224 Ventura Boulevard
Studio City, CA
i haven’t. although the other week i have a pastrami dog, and it was amazing.
totally agree with the gristle. there may be nothing more gross.
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