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Folks, we're talking unbelievably bad.
Like many, I'm a fan of "real" Canter's - the one on Fairfax.
Ate here, at "fake Canter's" with my parents last night.
In no particular order, here are the ways this abomination trashed the hallowed legacy of "real" Canter's in L.A.
(1) Upon ordering, we were told they were out of rye bread. At a Jewish deli. (What?!)
(2) We made the server check, he said they would make more rye bread but it would be a 15 minute wait.
(3) The rye certainly wasn't worth the wait. A pale, disappointing, soggy kind of yuck.
(4) I would venture a guess that the "pickle" served saw 45 seconds of brine. FAIL.
(5) Joke of a menu. NOT what you would expect with the Canter's name on it. What sort of Jewish deli has no tongue?
(6) With the "abridged" menu, you'd expect there would be less to learn. My sandwich featured badly burnt pastrami. Upon mentioning to our server, was told, "that's what pastrami is supposed to look like."
(Wrong!)
I am not sure how a legendary deli allowed their name to be dragged through a sewer like this, but I'd sooner buy Carl Buddig for 99 cents and drape it over Wonder bread with fake mustard than eat here at "Canter's."
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