Over the course of my working life I've been employed at two different delis in two different parts of the state of Wisconsin. When I first entered the sliced cheese and meat market I had no idea what pastrami was. I always figured it was one of those old people meats that Nickelodeon cartoon characters would use as a token gross food product that lame grandpas would suggest instead of pizza. Boy was I wrong.
|Just pastrami bein' pastrami|
See, pastrami can't really be described. I could call it a better version of bacon, but that would neglect the nuances of seasoning and texture. The point is, the dynamic power contained within the miracle meat allow for three simple ingredients to come together in perfect taste serendipity. The modest presentation and lack of flare only serve to compliment pastramis inward panache as a toothsome masterpiece.
|my front row seat...TO DELICIOUSNESS!|