There’s something about Manny’s that makes you stop in your tracks. Maybe it’s the smell of freshly sliced pastrami, peppery and smoky, wafting through the air.
Or the rye bread, so thick and chewy, you almost want to call it a meal on its own. Whatever it is, Manny’s in Illinois isn’t just a deli, it’s a Chicago institution that somehow feels like a secret, even if everyone knows about it.
You grab your tray, pick a spot in line, and before you know it, your sandwich is being made right in front of you. It’s one of those places where you can’t help but stick around just to watch the magic unfold…