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Kat'z Deli NYC

Kat'z Deli NYC

You may be familiar with Katz’s Deli in NYC, it’s been serving hungry customers since 1888, and is often recognisable due to it’s feature in When Harry Met Sally, which I must admit I’ve never seen!

So there I was in NYC, on my 6th visit to the Concrete Jungle.  Not once had I been to Katz’s during any of these trips, not even when I lived there for a few months back in ’07.  I think I was probably too consumed with cupcakes and shopping to ever fit in a trip to this famous deli.

Kat'z Deli NYC

When The Boy Next Door turned up in NYC to meet me, he had a few NYC spots on his must-visit list and one of them was Katz’s Deli.

We arrived at the Lower East Side deli mid week one afternoon, and walked into what I thought would be a tiny deli, with a small counter, and a man making pastrami sandwiches.  How wrong I was.  This was more akin to something the size of a bingo hall, full of diners shoving hotdogs and sandwiches in their face.

Kat'z Deli NYC

Kat'z Deli NYC

There was a burly, hard as nails looking door attendant, who handed out tickets as we walked through the door.  I held onto mine for dear life due to the $50 penalty if you lost the damn thing, as TBND will tell you, I lose my phone about 10 times a day, so I was righty feeling nervous about the responsibility of this damn ticket of mine.

Kat'z Deli NYC

We joined one of the many lines and waited to place our order with a ‘Meat Cutter’.  (Err that sounds so awful, I could almost become a vegetarian again, if the pastrami didn’t taste so damn good).

Kat'z Deli NYC

Making it to the front of the line, we discussed the options with our ‘cutter’.  He advised we go with the pastrami sandwich and when a man is holding a sharp kitchen utensil, you don’t argue with him.

Kat'z Deli NYC

We stared at our ‘cutter’ – okay lets just call him a server, yeah, we stared at our server the way that dogs do when they want what you’re eating and they look at you with those big, hopeful eyes and then they start drooling.  Maybe that’s why our server gave us a little bite to taste whilst he sliced through hunks of pastrami to construct our sandwich.  No one wants human drool on their counter.

Kat'z Deli NYC

Our sandwich was made, it was time to inhale the pastrami.

Kat'z Deli NYC

But not before some pickles were added to the plate.  Oh gaaawd do I love pickles!

Kat'z Deli NYC

Get in my face Pastrami Sandwich!

Kat'z Deli NYC

Or in my case, get in my face Pastrami, because there ain’t no gluten free bread hanging around at Katz’s Deli.  The sandwich could basically feed a family of four it’s so damn big, but we will not be conquered when it comes to food.  We ate every last bite of that meal, and I’m telling you corned beef never tasted so good.  It’s worth it’s hefty price tag, yeah, these sandwiches aren’t exactly a £3.50 Pret take out.

Katz's Deli

When The Boy Next Door says he’s full, you know the portions are huge, as he’s ALWAYS hungry.  And he was well and truly stuffed.  Thankfully our afternoon plans involved a load of walking to burn that mountainous lunch off.

We left Katz’s Deli 10 pounds heavier and totally satisfied, but not before handing back our tickets to Mr Hard as Nails.  If you’re not a Vegetarian/Vegan, and you’re in New York, go go go to Katz’s and get yourself a Pastrami on Rye.  With pickles.

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