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| - In the U.S., we call it Pastrami, but hey, if you wanna call it "Smoked Meat" that's fine, just don't call me "Late for Dinner!"
This place was out-of-this world delicious. I'm super glad we got there at an odd-moment where we were seated right away.
It seemed like the second we sat down, a giant line formed at the door that wrapped around the block. Apparently it's like this often.
Service is really slow but I think that's because they make these sandwiches with lots of love. Or at least, lots of smoked meat, and I guess that's hard to cut or something.
Either way, you sit communal and we were stuck next to a whiny couple who kept complaining that other people got their smoked meat even though they came in after the couple. They were whiny, but we were determined to stick through the inequitable service if we had to.
We split a small smoked meat sandwich with medium fat (you get to tell them lean, medium or Roseanne Bar circa 1980 level of fatness). I thought the fattiness was perfect but my girlfriend wishes we went lean.
The rye bread is delcious, the cole slaw was tasty but overpriced and we ate every centimeter (I'm using metric cause we're in Canada) of the sandwich and then proceeded to lick our plates.
The meat was delicious and super-seasoned, it's much dryer than the corned beef and pastrami I'd had in the states. I liked this but I understand others liking the moist stuff "south of the border." (that sounded really gross).
Anyway, I would definitely make Schwartz's a mut-do for myself whenever I'm in Montreal. I miss you, already, old friend.
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