Will try to keep this concise, as this may be akin to preaching to the choir.
For some unknown reason, had been holding out on the Langer's experience until this afternoon.
Headed down to 7th and Alvarado with the GF, voracious appetites in tow. Langer's is in an interesting part of town; we parked only a block away, but because of our appearance (GF is Cuban, I'm Japanese/White and frequently mistaken for a Latino), we were solicited at least fifteen times for false green cards, social security cards, ID cards. Also hit up to purchase pirated versions of Return of the King and Last Samurai.
As soon as we entered Langer's, we were transported to another world. Large parties of septuagenarians chattering away, friendly waitresses from the Pleistocene era clattering plates, everyone munching intently. We sat, we ordered, we anticipated.
First the potato knish. Completely gross and a waste of stomach space. The only other I've had is at Canter's, even worse. Where does one go to get a good knish in LA?
Then, the 2 #19's. A sign at the front proclaims this is their most beloved offering, and other posters have echoed this. And man, let me tell ya---what a thing of beauty. I could wax rhapsodic about these perfect sandwiches endlessly---how the salty, peppery, crumbling pastrami is perfectly countered with the slight sweet notes of the Russian dressing; how the coleslaw (in the sandwich) adds a wonderful crunchy texture without interfering with the pastrami-dressing duet; how the pillowy rye bread, with its incredible, nutty and chewy crust, is the note-perfect blanket for this creation---but here is where I will try and restrain myself...Or perhaps it's too late.
GF, while having many incredible chowish attributes, hasn't the biggest appetite in the world (luckily, I do). She could only polish off one half. However, she immediately deconstructed the other half, and stuffed handfuls of pastrami in her mouth (God, I love her), proclaiming the meat needed no accompaniment. I, on the other hand, was perfectly happy just eating the bread with cheese and dressing on it. What a couple of Neanderthals...
2 #19's+2 Heinekens+1 potato knish=$30.
On the Southeast corner of Alvarado and 7th. The Langer's parking lot is actually one block east on 7th and Westlake (?). The neighborhood, which during the day is perfectly fine and truly "colorful", should not be a deterrent. At night? Hmmm......
Already eagerly awaiting my next visit (too bad their closed on Sundays...)