Holy smokes! The Post puts the best pastrami in New York and Los Angeles to the test — who will win, Langer’s or Katz’s?
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New York and Los Angeles — two world-class burgs, divided by thousands of miles of flyover country, disagreeing on almost everything.
How should cities be built, for example? Do they belong to pedestrians, or to cars? And what’s “cold weather” — should we break out the shorts when it goes above freezing, or start shivering when the mercury plummets to a chilling 59?
And who, more importantly, has the better pastrami?
For years, food writers and fressers from the Big Apple and City of Angels have been battling it out — each with plenty of smoke to blow on the delicious subject. Never mind our many differences — we’ve always shared a historically strong Jewish deli culture.
In New York, the answer is Katz’s on E. Houston Street, greatest deli on earth — Katz’s of “When Harry Met Sally, “I’ll have what she’s having,” Rob Reiner-of-blessed-memory fame.
And while Langer’s in Los Angeles may not boast so high a profile, or so many iconic movie moments, the city behind those movies has always been able to find the way to the timeworn corner of 7th and Alvarado, a knish’s throw from infamous MacArthur Park.
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