What is that?
I don’t have a name for this, it’s the roast beef sandwich I used to get growing up in the Northeast where there are Jewish and Italian delis everywhere.
That’s a tall sandwich!
You almost have to be like a snake and unhook your jaw to eat it. And they’ll even make it bigger than this, which is bordering on perverse.
How did you find out about Stein’s?
Someone recommended their bagels. The owner said, “I’m not sure you’re going to like the roast beef, it’s kind of rare today.” He did not have to say anything more than that. I bought a half-pound, brought it home and ate it all in one sitting.
I need my roast beef to be red on the inside. I remember the first time I ordered a roast beef sandwich in New Orleans [at a place that must not be named] and I have shoes that are choosier than their roast beef. It was brown all the way through; it was like eating a wallet.