Ever met a sandwich so persuasive you start planning your day around rye bread and good decisions? That’s me in Ohio, following the peppery aroma of pastrami like it’s a statewide treasure hunt.
I learned the hard way that “just one stop” is a fairy tale once a deli counter starts slicing warm, smoky stacks with that crackly spice edge. One minute I’m being responsible, the next I’m negotiating with my appetite like it’s a very demanding travel companion.
Across the state, the best pastrami shows up in all kinds of disguises, from classic old-school delis to low-key sandwich shops that look ordinary until the first bite rewrites your lunch standards…