My insatiable sandwich craving hit hard last night. Before Imy commute from el Ciudade de Century to Glendale, I could have sworn my tummy cried out for Thai. However, ny the time I crawled over the hill, there were only vision's of hot pastrami in my future.
Glendale's sandwich wasteland was approaching fast, the wifey was growling as much as my supple belly, and I had to think quick. I remember reading several posts about a good Deli in Glendale (?!), so I had my buddy and fellow hound, who was still at work in front of his computer, do some research for me. Needless to say, I have blackbookali to thank for some on the fly Google site-searching, contact providing, and my eventual pastrami-filled intestinal track. Thanks beef.
I ordered two sandwiches to go. A hot pastrami on toasted rye with swiss (I know, controversial, but necessary for my palate) and a Billy's Club House for the wifey. After a five block muffler burner back to the apartment, I was shocked to see the size of both sandwiches. My Pastrami was still warm (thanks 4 cylinder Accord!) and straight up stacked. Wifey's club must have weighed three pounds, no exaggeration. She had a side of tater salad and I chose the slaw.
My pastrami was some of the fattiest I've had in town. In the case of this particular sandwich, the fat content was perfection. No chubby inedible grizzle, just a pile of buttery beef fat that melted in my mouth without a fight. The seasoning was quite tame and because of this, I was spared from three hours of garlicky pastrami-burps (second only to the grand dame of mouth gas - the gyros-burp). Meat wise, this beast was some of the best pastrami I've had in town. The swiss was swiss, and the bread I had toasted just because I'm insane about soggy bread. Unfortunately, by the time I got home, the rye seemed to have turned on me. Thick and with a stale gummy character, I would imagine the sandwich would be better executed on un-toasted bread, right outta the kitchen, and on fresh bread.
The Billy's club (ham, turkey, avocado, provolone, and Billy's sauce [I'm gonna go with french dressing]on my chosen wheat) was a deli tragedy. With three slices of wheat, there wasn't one piece that wasn't demolished by meat moist. Hell, it was only about eight minutes from deli to mouth! The turkey was the bone dry, fresh roasted variety and the ham was a thick pile of boiled gelatinous pinkness. The avocado didn't help the slide factor and neither did the provolone. Billy's sauce was undetectable. This sandwich was plagued by a mound of crappy meat and a sub-par backing band.
Wifey desconstructed the club and manged to schlep through half of it while constantly indulging in my superior sandwich. The other half I attempted to salvage in the toaster oven, but even the toaster was no match for the meat moist. Overall a inedible sandwich.
The pickely tater salad and my standard deli slaw where not the freshest (I ordered 45 min. till closing) but they servced there purpose and tasted fine.
I say stick with the pastrami and eat in. I'll be back to rock the reuben and other beef-based sandwich treats. Hey, not bad for an old school style deli in G-Dale. Go Bears.