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...right, corned beef or pastrami? It depends where I am. Pastrami if I'm on either of the coasts, the Atlantic or the Pacific Coast, and corned beef if I'm in the Midwest...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: David Sax: The Deli King | 10/22/2009 | See Source »

...What did you find out? I found out the Jewish deli has certainly been going away for some time, but that hope isn't lost. Wherever there are deli lovers and people who salivate when they get a whiff of corned beef or when they put their tongues on a matzo ball, they're transported back to this pristine wonderland of their youth - whether they're Jewish...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: David Sax: The Deli King | 10/22/2009 | See Source »

...place that, one, is generally family owned or owned by individuals that care. Delis that are owned by large corporations tend not to have that same soul. And two, delis that make as much of their food from scratch as possible. You know, Ben's here - pickles or corned beef and tongue, all on site. And that makes a difference in the flavor because you have control over it. There are a lot of places that sell pastrami and corned beef that they get shipped in from hundreds or thousands of miles away, and that's the difference between...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: David Sax: The Deli King | 10/22/2009 | See Source »

...hometown is Detroit. What kind of a deli city is that? Detroit is a great deli city. If only GM could learn from what the delis in Detroit are doing! The best rye bread anywhere - double-baked, crispy, warm rye that they serve their sandwiches with - and great corned beef. It's a passionate deli town...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: David Sax: The Deli King | 10/22/2009 | See Source »

...Wanna trade?” the kid said, and presented to me a half sandwich that I was immediately drawn to. An unsteady handful of crisp wax paper edges, this kid was holding a beast. Turkey, capicola (say ‘gabagool’), roast beef, tomato, lettuce, and what smelled like horseradish dressing all warmed on a perfect looking half hero. I took a look at my sandwich, the old stand-by, and I briefly weighed my options. Then the responsible, mature thought occurred to me; I couldn’t trade food with this little kid. He might...

Author: By ROSS S. WEINSTEIN | Title: Kids These Days... | 10/22/2009 | See Source »

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