You know that moment when a place already feels familiar before you ever see it in person? That is Katz’s Delicatessen in New York, and it hits you the second the neon pops into view on Houston Street.
The smell of pastrami and rye hits first, a warm, savory welcome that makes you realize the line out front was worth it.
We are planning this little New York swing, and Katz’s keeps jumping to the top like it has a magnet in the sign. Inside, the counters, the check system, and the walls lined with photos and memories make it feel like a living museum you can taste…