Pastrami on Rye! I have no idea what that means really but somehow those words have just come out of my mouth and gone into the ears of a spotty kid who seemed to understand what I said and has told me to wait. So now I a doing as I was told.
What greeted me was a bewildering site. It was mayhem of the highest order. If I thought the queuing system in Marks and Spencer was random, this was completely insane. At first it intimidated me. I stood meekily in a line clutching the ticket they’d given me on entering. I was getting overtaken by regulars and overwhelmed by the noise, the smells and the chaoticness of it all. It all looked a little grubby, a little shabby, like it had seen better days, could the pastrami really be THAT good’?
To be honest I was on the verge of giving up. I’m a bit of a scaredy cat really. If something intimidates me, I am more than likely going to give up and convince myself it was not that good anyway. But there is a part of my brain that is a real macho manly man. I promise you it is a small part but every now and then it stands up and gets counted, this was one of those times.