Whenever I visit NYC, Katz Deli is ALWAYS on the list. You’re given a little ‘punch’ ticket the moment you walk in and order from a long counter with the menu on the wall behind it. I’m the guy who always has the same thing and make no apologies for it. The Reuben. Proper corned beef (no, not the canned shit), sauerkraut and Swiss cheese on rye bread. As you wait, they’ll carve you off some to nibble on. The sandwich is easily three inches thick which look like a typo but if anything, I’m lowballing. Its colossal.
As clichéd as it may sound, Katz Deli is an institution in this city. The second you walk in the door you know why. The walls are adorned with pictures of celebrities who have visited and the tables and chairs are probably the same ones they rolled out on their launch night in 1888 but in fairness, the food is so good, they probably haven’t had the chance or the need to fix what clearly isn’t broken.
It can get busy but, like all eateries, that’s a good sign. Get there, its serious bucketlist material.
Katz’s Delicatessen, 205 E Houston St, New York, NY 10002, USA