with a pastrami sandwich on seeded rye from a good-ole deli. We found one that's even right down the street from our house. And while it may be a little far to walk to, it's certainly in bike-able range and completely worth the cash-only hassle. How can you say no to a sandwich like this, paired with sour pickles. You can't. (Unless you're a veggie.) They even make their own breads. And even though I pronounced Challah bread with the "CH" when I ordered two rolls, and even though Matt ordered cheese on his bologna/salami sandwich, this Kosher deli was incredibly nice to our naive Gentile selves. I love you Brownstein's Bakery & Deli. I love you.
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