There’s a little slice of deli heaven tucked away in Scottsdale where the matzo balls are fluffy, the pastrami is stacked sky-high, and locals will gladly brave desert traffic just to get their fix of Goldman’s Deli’s soul-warming comfort food.
In the land of saguaro cacti and scorching summers, finding authentic East Coast Jewish deli fare might seem as likely as discovering a snowman in July.
Yet somehow, Goldman’s Deli has mastered the art of transporting your taste buds straight to the Lower East Side with every bite.
The bright red lettering of the Goldman’s sign stands out against the beige Scottsdale strip mall backdrop like a beacon calling to the hungry and homesick alike…